It feels like time is going so fast these days. I had all these grand ideas at one point and its like my ass bonded to this chair and I don't do anything and all of sudden its 2 am again. Of course that can't be true, after all, I do have a J-O-B. I have friends, hobbies, hell, I even have a good tan, which doesn't make any sense. How could I have gotten this tan when I haven't left my chair? Yet life keeps rushing around me while I try to distract myself from the sad thing (which I may reveal, or not. Can't talk about it to anyone in real life, so why should this be different?)So........
I want this journal to be fun. I want life to be fun. (!) My idea for this journal is to record something new that I experience each day. Then when I go back I can see all the things I did and not depress myself so much. Does this make sense? Well the 2 AM S is a babbler, but whatever.
In the words of The Rock: "Save the Drama for your Mamma!"
And away they go!