War Is Coming Communications.

I've got some weed for sale, if any of you want some. Quality is decent. I've had better, but the dude who's handing it out is being a prick about superiority getting dibs on the good shit, so it's been a bitch getting the top of the line stuff.

To spite him, I'm halfing the price. Who's down?

Don't you ever wish you could like go back to a time when you hadn't lost anything at all? Everything is gone here. Everything gets taken away.

Wow. I didn't used to be like this. I used to be able to find something to love in everyone and everything, but now? I don't know. All I can see is hatred and like bitterness. I just want the world to feel horrible like how I feel. I want it to burn down until there's nothing left. Oh wow, but like... there isn't anyone here to hurt, is there? Not anyone I used to love anyway. It's very lonely, but it's what I wanted.

So like.. why am I still so miserable?

Oh wow. Since I have to start making money for myself I've decided to get back into my old business of selling spliff. If anyone needs it, I'm the person to come to, kidnapees only. I can get other things too, so lovely!

My favorite holiday is Valentine's day. Everyone is so full of love and happiness. Plus, it's the only time of year you can get those little candy hearts with the words on them. I like to use a safety pin to scratch out the letters and write my own messages. Wow. What's your favorite holiday?

Oh Wow! Lovely! I used to have one of these journals when I was at that clinic in Scotland. They told me I should add all of my friends and then use it to express my feelings to them so I could feel connected.

I never knew what to write in here though, and it still feels really foreign using a keyboard to get my thoughts across. People must do it because they're lonely. There are so many lonely people out there just looking for someone to talk to. When they can't talk to anyone at home they go searching for it where everyone else is out searching for the same thing. It's sad, really, because you never actually get to see the people you're talking to. What if they're crying? You couldn't even hold them close and try to make them feel better or wipe away their tears. It all feels incredibly impersonal and though there are a million and a half things I would love to say to the void I know it's not the void, yeah? I know there are people reading so my secrets wouldn't be my secrets anymore.

They say that what you were doing at midnight on January 31st is what you will spend doing for the rest of that year. I wonder if that's true.