My father always disapproved of everything I did. Well, not everything, but you understand, don't you? Of course not, I'm talking to a journal. Well, I'm sure he'd at least find nothing bad in this last one.
Journal, after everything that has happened to me these years I feel that I have to have it in some form for people to remember me from. You are such the thing. I have seven pens that I found along my journey, I will use these seven pens until their ink is lost to your pages and they are disposed.
After what I have witnessed happen, and what has happened to me, I can guarantee that there is a chance that whoever comes to possess this will not believe anything that you have to tell, Journal, but there are some that might. Maybe in a few months people will know of all this, maybe not. It all depends of what happens in a few days.
In my opinion these few years have been exciting, in the opinion of the friends that I have made it's been 'more violent than usual'. Journal, on the next page I will detail what happened as perfectly as I can, and I doubt my writing skills will waver from their high standard.
In a word, I can some up exactly what happened.
Keybladers.