The Last Journal
Sorry to say, but this will be my last entry ever. I realize that by catogorizing my thoughts, emtions,and overall outlook on life, I leave nothing to myself. Unfortunetly I cannot end this journal with a positive note. Actually am writting my most depressing. I realize that life is too short to be writting in a fucking retared journal log each week. I feel like that there is little meaning in life. No purpose. I fear for the future, but it makes little difference if i do or not, i'll still end up dead with-out even making a dent in history. I feel empty. Everything seems monotonous, repetive, and boring.
TO; my mother
I love you very much even though your a bitch.
TO; my father
I also love you even though i think the feeling is not mutual.
TO; my sister
fuck off
TO; Diana
through my experience with you I realize that you are a good friend and artistic, which is pretty damn cool
TO; Maire
i forgive you even though you don't deserve forgiveness, I think you could have done your change in a more positive fasion,
TO; Marina
still the only one who makes me happy, I apologize for everything i've down to you. I wish i could have never hurt you. I'm glad your there when i need you. I'm glad that most of the time you need. I'm angry at the fact that i always end up fucking up things for us. I write this much for you because, Your are the only one i care about, I love you very much.
ENDING;
i feel like a meaning less peace of flesh. i hope to find something that fufills my feelings of emptyness.
I bid you all far well, this is it the end good bye
Close.