...
Like.
Whoa.
....
What should I write about?
Who am I talking to?
What makes the world go round?
Why am I asking you all these questions?
I think I'll name you something.
Robert.
Clyde.
Clark?
I like Clark. Sounds adventurous.
So. Clark.
What do YOU think I should write about?
Hm. Hmhmhm.
Hmmm hum hum HMMM hum hum hm.
My friend - whom I thought had passed in a car crash in late August or so - called me last night to wish me happy birthday. It made me verrrry confused. So now I don't trust the world or what it has to say, because if it wants to take my greatestfriendever away from me then unexpectedly shove him back in my life JUST when I was getting over it, then yeah. THAT'S JUST DANDY, AIN'T IT. >.<
I have no idea what's going on anyways, so... By the way, that didn't really happen. I have my life, then an imaginary life that I live in my head because I have a big imagination and hate it when that and real lives cross, so... yeah. I have bunches of friends in that life. I tell people that I meet that like me in real life so, but they can never meet them. So I don't really get much closer to the real life friends then on a hey-I-know-that-kid's-name basis. I'm a guy with tons of people that absolutely love me. Anyways... so maybe this can be like. A diary. Like totally. Like, ohhh my godddd, Brad is liiike sooo cute and like totally. No. So yah. My therapist said that I should probably start a diary-type-thing anyways.
Oh, just so you know, my therapist isn't real. I don't have a therapist. I have had a couple before, but not anymore. Eh... Don't worry, Clark, I'll take care of it.
Like.
Whoa.
....
What should I write about?
Who am I talking to?
What makes the world go round?
Why am I asking you all these questions?
I think I'll name you something.
Robert.
Clyde.
Clark?
I like Clark. Sounds adventurous.
So. Clark.
What do YOU think I should write about?
Hm. Hmhmhm.
Hmmm hum hum HMMM hum hum hm.
My friend - whom I thought had passed in a car crash in late August or so - called me last night to wish me happy birthday. It made me verrrry confused. So now I don't trust the world or what it has to say, because if it wants to take my greatestfriendever away from me then unexpectedly shove him back in my life JUST when I was getting over it, then yeah. THAT'S JUST DANDY, AIN'T IT. >.<
I have no idea what's going on anyways, so... By the way, that didn't really happen. I have my life, then an imaginary life that I live in my head because I have a big imagination and hate it when that and real lives cross, so... yeah. I have bunches of friends in that life. I tell people that I meet that like me in real life so, but they can never meet them. So I don't really get much closer to the real life friends then on a hey-I-know-that-kid's-name basis. I'm a guy with tons of people that absolutely love me. Anyways... so maybe this can be like. A diary. Like totally. Like, ohhh my godddd, Brad is liiike sooo cute and like totally. No. So yah. My therapist said that I should probably start a diary-type-thing anyways.
Oh, just so you know, my therapist isn't real. I don't have a therapist. I have had a couple before, but not anymore. Eh... Don't worry, Clark, I'll take care of it.
