20.

there is no way to measure the amount of pain and joy in this book. since november 2006, this has been my savior, my ultimate listener. it doesn't care how much i complain or how much i curse or how bi-polar i seem. the one who always understands. for 2 years i have written in it. and i'm finally winding down on the amount of pages i have left. i have about 7 or 8. it's kind of a sad thing. so many events in my life have been recorded right here. i've poured out my soul and never looked back. lately i've been reading over a lot of old stuff, and it's crazy how much my life has changed over time. for better and for worse. i've recognized my patterns, the way i handle the same situations, that just present themselves in different ways. i always go back and make notes to myself, remember this, or this has changed. i feel like if i found it in 10 or 20 years i would still understand exactly who i was. and that's a great feeling. i've bought another journal already, so i'm ready when i run out of pages in this one. thank you for always being there, even if you didn't know you were.