i resolved to abandon this diary awhile ago, and at the time it was the right decision, for whatever reason i did it.

but i am starting to miss it, because it's not that i don't write, it's just that i don't share any of it.

because i guess it's not good.

not that it has to be.

god, neurotic much?

i have a ton of things to write, especially about certain nothings, but i don't think i want to. i'm just here, you know? and that's a perfect whatever. it's a matter of the same things it will always be. i will never be anything more than a stranger to any of you.

i'm disposable, so throw me away.