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..
Tuesday
cliche x2.
Insides are empty, I am struck hollow. An enclave for the lonely. I am spent and my dreams are all but gone. Falling and I've forgotten how to get up..
