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.

If Jen is reading this right now (or anyone else for that matter), I’d just like to say Hi. I hope you think I’m insane, need to be locked up and realize that sexuality is nothing to me. Love you, bye.

This is a little inside joke to all my college friends. It was widely known that I wrote daily in a journal, but I wouldn’t hide my notebooks. In fact, I told everyone right where they were because I knew how thrilling it was to read someone else’s diary, and that if someone really wanted to find it, they could. Jen and I had some joke about sexuality being nothing, and she also threatened to read my journal and reveal all my secrets, so this is a shout out to her.