"Barbieā¦"
"...Password Approved."
Dear Journal,
Sigh. I'm afraid I-I may have made a mistake in my life. My meeting with Barbie. We were so happy, only now...Marriage doesn't seem to suit us, Journal.
Our parts just don't seem to fit well anymore. There's someone else now, journal. To think how that person has been by my side almost my whole life, and only now does it feel like I am seeing them for the first time.
I suppose Barbie and I weren't perfectly made for each other after all. Literally. Our packaging has expired.
Shall I tell you who my Real American Hero is that was able to melt my plastic heart so i could finally -feel- something again?
See you soon!
XOXO
-Ken
"Would you like to change your password?"
"Yes."
"Please say your new password now."
"G.I. Joe."
"Password change accepted."
