Yeah. This is where I write. It’s crap, I know. Don’t need to tell me. It’s just to release, this is my air. My train of thought, completely random yet not. That’s it. Don’t try to understand it. It’s not physical or emotional or sexual. They’re not about a boy or a girl or a lover. They’re just words. Or maybe they aren’t. What do I know?

If you really want to, ask me about my regular journal.

OLDEST ENTRIES: here. Here you can say “ohmagod Caroline!”- and then I’ll be all like, “What?” And cough. Silence. “Who the hell is Caroline?” Be careful girl. Caroline might set your hair on fire. You never really know, with kids these days. True story, heard it from a friend.