i have a journal, and i'm proud of it. go ahead and laugh it up. it's 27 pages in 8 pt type, mainly so people can't read it over my shoulder. i've had the same journal since the summer after my junior year in high school. sometimes, i read things i had written months earlier and think to myself "damn i'm smart". I just found this infinitely profound thought i wrote down, and i thought i'd share. It may not make complete sense, because i don't want to share what it was referring to, but it's cool i think.

Is the point where we should stand up against something, the point that it starts to hurt someone?