I technically do have an ‘outlet’ that I write my innermost thoughts in. Not daily . . not even monthly. But more or less, if one were to read it, he or she would have a pretty good understanding of the happenings of my life. And it didn’t seem like a big deal then, but I can say that I have written down my feelings and what not for the past four years. And it’s pretty mind-blowing, opening a document my fifteen-year-old self wrote and reading what I was currently mulling over at the time. I don’t know how long I’ll keep writing in this random Word document, but it’s good to know that there is something out there that will remind me to never make the same mistake twice.