the simplest things are the hardest
does anybody read this diary besides a particular starry-eyed girl, her sister, and an occasional asian? am i writing in it for my own benefit? why not just keep a normal diary then? i don't know.
there are a lot of things i don't know. i wish i could understand. sometimes i wish i didn't have to.
i know that one i'll look back and understand. i hope that day comes soon.