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.

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I’m now just beginning to realize that I am the spawn of a woman hater and an independent lady. Somewhere between the two is what I am. I’ve seeing again how funny the world can be.

An accurate synopsis of my parents. I don’t know how those two ever got together.