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Well, I guess I kind of fucked up the numbering of these journals, this is technically number 4, but oh well.
Sometimes I listen to the music I've written and I marvel at the fact that I wrote this..
It's seems far beyond me that I'm capable of writing things like this musically.. but here I sit listening to my
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It's only been two days, and I can't even figure out how to say what i'm feeling. There's way to much to it. I always knew it would happen. It always happens. It's nature, but you were supposed to have at least 30 more years.
You were so much more then just my uncle. You were a father to me, and i'll always love
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I did it. I surpassed my expected limit of one journal entry.
What do you do when you see everyone your age getting married and starting families?
And you're left feeling alone and maybe even bitter in a sick jealous way.
I don't know what my purpose is, but as I get older I seem to realize that I can do the things
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I've never been good at keeping a journal, and in all honesty i doubt this one will make it past entry number 1, but I need to write and dump my brain somewhere.
Like everyone i love beautiful things, but different people have different versions of what is beautiful. Love is beautiful. Magic is beautiful. There
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