As I delved into the pages of my old diaries, it felt like embarking on a thrilling journey down memory lane, let me tell you. Among the countless entries I unearthed, I stumbled upon some that I believe might pique your interest. You see, I began chronicling my thoughts in diaries when I was just 13 years old. Now, with these four deluxe editions of the album, each containing 30 pages filled with excerpts from my diaries spanning various phases of my life, I’ve decided to share them with you in their raw form.

Metaphorically speaking, I’ve been sharing bits of my innermost thoughts with you for years, so why not make it literal? No more symbolism, just genuine glimpses into my past. And tonight, I thought I might read you a few entries. Bear with me for a moment.

These entries span different periods of my life, but let’s kick things off with August 25th, 2003, when I was a mere 13 years old. This one’s a gem.

“I think I might just survive this year!” Two exclamation points for added emphasis. “I’m determined to keep up the pace! My locker number is 117, and the combination is 35-9-27. Being older feels exhilarating! There’s a chance my chorus teacher might spotlight me for a solo this year. I’m optimistic that it’ll be a blast. What people think of me doesn’t faze me anymore because I refuse to let their opinions drag me down.” And there you have it. Just a glimpse into the musings of my 13-year-old self.