Dear Diary...
God that was girly.
Uhm... should I introduce myself? I suppose it would make sense, in case anyone ever finds this. Although if they do I feel compelled to warn you that I am not pleased with you reading this, whoever you are. I do hope you take pleasure from my suffering, although should Mello be reading this GET OUT OF MY STUFF!
Anyways, I feel the need to confide my thoughts within something, something that will not utter a single misplaced word to any of those who I trust and care for, and so here I begin. I believe I'm likely to write things here that are entirely indecipherable to anyone else but myself, but perhaps that is for the best. This is intended to be a diary, of sorts, for my future reference and possibly even amusement. Because one day I'll look back on all of this and see how stupid I am being, how utterly impulsive and reckless I am. At least, that's the plan.
So if anyone is reading this, if anyone even cares then welcome to my world, my mind, my thoughts. And my inner turmoil. I'll leave you with a little fact about myself.
I am the third in line, the doormat, the dog. I am lost.
And that's why I'm writing this.