I used to write in this little journal book I have in my room every night. Sometimes I'll pick it up, write in it for two or three nights, then find it stupid, and find a new hiding spot for it. So that someday I'll find it, but others won't. I covered it in duct tape and have made a lot of modifications to it since it was a purple Harry Potter Diary. I think I'm going to burn it sometime soon. So that nobody can read those thoughts. Wether happy, or sad, they're gone. All those times are gone. There's no point in bringing them back up...right? Something tells me that in a couple of years, this blog will turn into that.
Maybe I'll have to burn it too.
-Will.
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