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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So tired & sick right now, but not worrying about my condition or thinking that I’m fucked up shy. I just know I’m helpless to be this way & know enough not to aggravate my condition. Sleep now, wake up vibrant & strong.

I also seemed to get sick a lot in college. For the most part, I’m very healthy and rarely get sick now. I wonder if I was just running myself ragged or if it’s just standard dorm life by being surrounded by so many others.