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..
Monday
wonderland.
Is there somthing ever so wrong with being in love with somthing that doesnt exist?
Alice.. the male version of you of who I adore.. and in that wonderland of yours I shall seek.
