You know, as a child I could never keep a journal. Never. It's not like my life was boring either. Oh no, I've had my share of excitement, believe me mister! But the work and effort that needs to be put towards a meaningful journal is just more than I could give.
...Yes, I regret it sometimes. When the nights get cold and I know that I'm alone, I too do wish that I could turn to my side and know that my best friend will be there, waiting for me to confide within its worn pages all that burdens my soul. But alas, I was too distant. Too cold. Never could I bring myself to say those simple... so simple words:
Dear Journal...
Oh, how I