|Current mood:|| blah|
|Current music:||Ladytron, Evil|
Just say no, to everything.
Paper journals are very evil. Anything can happen. What if I get sucked up in some twister? I will be dead and my journals will be found. My most ridiculous entries will be on the front page of our paper. People will read them and laugh. My family will hang their heads in shame. They will claim I was insane... or I could just get rid of them. It's not like I'll want to reread them. Oh wow, I dated this jerk and he broke my nose. I think I'll reread it many times over again so the experience is fresh in my mind. So anyhow, I tore up all my journals and started this crap. I just need someone to vent to and I don't want to chase off my real life friends. Hopefully people have better things to do than read my nonsensical, sick and pathetic thoughts.