This is a collection of journal entries. A compilation of thoughts that I have written in the margins of books, words scribbled out on the back of paper napkins and sentences taken from the lines of an old notebook.
I doubt this will ever be read, But if you happen to stumble across it?
Please be careful. Its all I have..
Saturday
nonsense
I made it out of paper i burned it out of clay i got it on my birthday and then you went away.
