I plan to write a book of my life, and I need to slowly collect stories and assemble my daiily journal to make the record complete. I hope it will make good reading material for some one down the road. When I become rich and famous it can come back to haunt me. Later in life, if I lose my memory, I will have a written record of it, and I can relive it while reading my own words. If I enjoy the record now, I should really get a kick out of it then. I need to accurately record the events of my life so that when I read it later I am not mislead or misquoted. I do not want to deceive my self. I just hope that I can catch all the double meanings and hidden jokes that I built into my writings. Maybe I can sell the book to unsuspecting people that think it is a novel or about someone famous. This is therapy. I can skip the therapist; No middleman I can enjoy the madness of life. I plunge ahead.

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This is your chance to look inside the mind of Mike.

I am a 24 year old woman attempting to find herself. Life has always been in the context of a question for me; never a statement. I am hoping for life to emerge as a statement asap. I am keeping myself a secret. No name, no location, nothing to allow others to know my demographics. Instead, I want to allow others to know the depths of me -- both the good and the bad. Here we go . . .