I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

I still believe that I should be judged by the sum total of my friends. Within their personalities can be found pieces of myself that even I can’t explain or try to find. If I had to be chosen or judged, I’d let it be that way. At least then, if I were damned, I’d know that I didn’t stand alone.

A friend of mine once told me that he stopped hanging out with someone because all of their friends were assholes. If he didn’t like that person’s friends, obviously he wouldn’t like that person. I find this to be very true.