Reading those old entries, I almost feel as though I used to think more deeply when I was younger than I do now. Maybe I just had more time then.

This diary is pretty entertaining. It's funny how I can now cut straight through the bullshit and see myself more clearly through the prism of time. How I wanted to be seen (by strangers on the internet) is so clear in the writing.

I particularly liked the entry about knowing that my youth was an insignificant time. I wasn't wrong. Life has taken a path I never would have predicted. Moving across the world really made me lose touch with many people who once meant a lot to me.