i wanted to make a journal something i can write in and write memories. so if i die young someone will find this acoount and know who i really was. I dont think anyone knows who i am know. im moody and i hate it. i was thinking the other day that if every thing you hate about yourself changed to the perfect “you” then would you find new things to hate? just think about it. i always ask my self really weird questions that i dont think anyone really knows the answer to. like think about how the first person to poop was thinking, i weird i apologize in advance. today is a writing kinda day so except more from me today.