An insightful mirror into the part of me that I struggle so hard to keep secret. Years from now will I find this and relive the feelings I had as i penned the words? Or years beyond that, will this be discovered buried someplace and be used to restructure a society long dead? Why do we feel like we must leave something behind? Leave something to the future? I feel proud with every page that I fill knowing that it gets me one step closer to filling the book. Then I'll have to get a new book and start over.