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.

We all get wacked out over nothing at times. It’s human nature. When you’re special, you don’t want anyone to be like you or understand you. You’re above it all. When you’re down, you’re untouchable. No one could possibly perceive how you sank into the pit that you did. Truth is, we’re all the same in varying degrees. We’re all scared of ourselves and the powers we have. We’re all scared of each other and we all think we’re alone and none of us want to talk about it. We’re all crazy. I love us all, each and every one.

This entry is a pretty amusing insight into my mind frame at this age. I assume everyone is like me, and wouldn’t want to be understood, nor talk about what’s troubling them. I don’t have these views at this point in my life. Thank God.