From about 5th grade until just recently, I had been very depressed. To the point of attempting suicide. I was hospitalized for it twice. I met one of my close friends in the first hospital. I love him dearly; however, he is still violently depressed. That’s just a random fact. Not too important to know. We don’t talk much, but I feel like he knows me better than most, some days.
As my tagline says, I’ve always wanted a journal, but every time I start one I never follow through. Now, though, I’ve had things going through my mind lately that I’ve been wanting to write down but had nowhere to write it. Now I do. I honestly don’t care if people follow me or read this shit. I just want to get my thoughts out in the open.