Secrets being kept inside...

I read it and it makes me wanna gag. I despise the very essence of what's been written. But not only that, the typos, obvious and hideous. Did I think it was cool? Did I feel accomplished after writing those lines? If that's the case then dude I'm glad to be a few years older! Not that the problems went away, they've just changed shapes. Gotten worse maybe. Perhaps gotten better. Who knows. I just wanna go back and give myself a huge fucking lesson about spelling. Spelling and writing. Or perhaps a lesson in what to not write. It makes it even more embarrassing to say that what I wrote back then was even on my native language. Which means not english.

Fuck.

Glad that I'll never be a teenager ever again.

The one making you look like a fool the most is probably yourself. You heard me! It's not your embarrassing mother. She's not you, what do you care? It's not any annoying siblings. They're not you either, just let them be. It's not your butt ugly friend. Hey it's a friend, a friend is a friend is a friend. Friends are all beautiful. It's not your old teachers. Who cares about what they have to say anyways? It all comes down to you. Which basically means I should listen to my own advice and stop writing. Now.

First entry. There's not much to say really. Welcome I guess. Posting everything and nothing in this journal, just telling you that before I start this for real.

It's said that I think too much. Perhaps that's up to you to decide. We'll see. Maybe people are right or perhaps most people are wrong most of them time. Haven't really made my mind up about that yet.

I'm ending this entry now. Updating sometime. Not expecting you to care though.