April 12, 2013

Dear Angela,

I think this might sound too formal to be adressed to myself. But it is. I'm talking to you. Or, I suppose I'm talking to me. But then again, it's not me exactly.

I just think, diary entries are weird, and bland, and uninspiring. I always end up ranting about what happened in my life, and end up rushing so I can just finish writing about whatever I hate at the moment. I hate it. I sound stupid and uneducated and boring. There's swearing and embarassing thoughts that I don't want anyone to ever see. I want to burn it. I really do.

So I decided, there is no better way to appropriately record my thoughts than somewhere where anyone can read them. Perhaps they can help me with whatever problem I'm having.

But really they're for you. Or for me I mean.

Because I want one day in the far, far future, for you (me) to come back and read them, and tell me how things turn out. You'd do that for me, won't you?

People always leave, but I can't really leave myself, can I? You'll stay with me, won't you?

xx Angela