Maybe the rings under my eyes are blessings in disguise.
I never write in this thing. I think something about it sketches me out... Like, I like keeping a journal, but I feel like even stuff that I mark private (so no one can see it but me), some hacker will be able to read. And so many times I have seen fights start by ppl passing along the news about what so and so wrote about whoseywhatsit. Its fuckin lame, high school shit. So, I am giving you people a journal entry to scan for info. But, this whole paragraph was to waste your time. It was actually for me to do something to distract me from the clock, bc I am waiting for 5 o'clock so I can get out of Melrose, and back to my native Brighton via the T. Ooops I leaked info. Shit.