The journal for nobody lol. Except me, I love it. I could right in a book, but, I dont write enough to keep a book. Plus its weird knowing that somebody very well could look at it. But nobody I know.
Anyway, I believe NYC has beaten me, I'm decided on whether or not as to sign a contract binding me for four years to a military branch.
I'm sitting here listening to music and smoking a cig outside alone contemplating everything. As I always do. MY MIND IS NEVER QUITE. Ahh, can do nothing but sing sorrow.
I dont have much to talk about.
Since last time I wrote,
I got into a band, and we are pretty good. Im impressed with how well Ive improv