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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When he wouldn’t tell me the secret, I though, Fuck ‘em, if they won’t say, then why should I help him? I fear he may want as I do. And why should I care, look our for #1 right? God only helps those that help themselves. But would God really help if he were asked for it. Ask yourself that and see where your hand lies.

Don’t know what I’m going on about here, but sounds intense!