Sure you are. Whatever helps you sleep at night, dude.

[Well, then. He flops down next to him, glancing at the journal as it's opened up, and then— uh. Now he can understand the look on his face, considering he definitely recognizes that handwriting.]

... I'm going to go out on a limb and say you don't remember writing down a journal with blank spaces in between. Or going to Virginia with my sister.