In theory, journals are the place where you put your thoughts and no one but you can read them. These books house your deepest and most private ruminations on life and your experience of living life, so they are kept private and sacred. Instead of maintaining that privacy, I am publishing my journal to the internet. You, my friends, my family, and anyone else who stumbles across this website has the opportunity to read about my struggles with my identity straight from the source. 

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I am, however, cheating a little bit. This journal almost exclusively deals with my path to understanding and coming to terms with my identity as a white man who happens to also be Mexican. If you are looking for the juicy details about my private life, my insecurities outside of my identity, or my day to day interactions with people you have unfortunately come to the wrong place. For that stuff you will have to pry my physical journal away from my cold dead hands.  Additionally, do not expect that I at any point in this endeavor find an answer to the question of my identity. I don't. Think of it like a cliffhanger at the end of a movie. Maybe, just maybe, when I figure out the answer there could be a sequel. 

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Each entry you read is indicative of a point in time that I was reflecting on whatever the topic at hand was. Some may seem trivial, like which soccer team do I root for when Mexico plays the US, but some, like the entries on my parents, are deeper (or at least they seem that way to me). Nevertheless, all of these entries are a part of a larger internal struggle regarding how I perceive myself. I don't know about you, but this whole self reflection business gives me a bit of the heebie jeebies, so no matter how trivial the entry is on the surface, getting myself to write it was a battle of epic proportions.