January 2, 2067
1.2.2067
Oh god.
Oh my god.
Why was I allowed anywhere near a computer when I was little. I get it, I do; everyone and their mother gets on the computer from
the time they can say something sounding like “cookie”, but that doesn’t mean it’s a good idea. I can’t look at that first entry without
wanting to delete any online presence I have. Especially since I’ve decided to continue with this journal.
the time they can say something sounding like “cookie”, but that doesn’t mean it’s a good idea. I can’t look at that first entry without
wanting to delete any online presence I have. Especially since I’ve decided to continue with this journal.
Blog?
I don’t know what I’d call it.
But anyone that decides to click on this will be able to read that if they want.
Please don’t want to.
Anyway. It’s a new year, and an attempt at a new me. I want a way to express myself in a way that I feel comfortable. And since I
really hate writing on paper, I figured I’ll write online. Whether anyone reads this or not, it’ll be here for me, and that’s what matters. So
we will see how this goes.
really hate writing on paper, I figured I’ll write online. Whether anyone reads this or not, it’ll be here for me, and that’s what matters. So
we will see how this goes.
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