Dear Journal

Doug kept a diary journal. I admired him. I kept a one as a child until high school. During my middle school years, my brother and his friend made it a game to steal and read aloud my prepubescent poetry and dreams about crushes. I ripped out all those pages in later years. (I kind of regret that.)

I still don't know why I stopped writing journals in high school.

"The most depressing years of my life. Our high school yearbook." -Matty

Oh, yeah, that's why. While my journal entries post high school are quite depressing, most people wouldn't label me a depressed person. Then again they don't know me.

My thoughts are sometimes depressing, but my daydreams are almost always lovely. My dreams at night are nonsensical and my aspirations sometimes seem unbelievable.