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I am making a new journal. I read through almost all of the 140 entries I have made...and I've realized a lot. I've seen my mistakes, and how I've grown. It's kind of cool and kind of a bad trip. But, for once...I am really happy. I always said how happy I was about seeing so and so...or whatever....but now I know I am. I would usually constantly write about whoever it was, but this time I am actually out there with them. We have our shit like anyone else...but we are really working, and really in love. This time it's real.