The Second
Today I found an online journal. It was pretty nostalgic, mostly in the sad ways. Don't you hate it when things come up tragic. I think... yes. I just might.

Blogs are scary, scary things.

Why is it that no matter how far apart you feel, you're always still in reach?
It's almost unfair.

Melancholy
Melancholy
Melancholy

I can never be interesting because I am still so full of I.