First Entry. Ever.
Czernobog writes | more than 11 years ago
Never had a journal. Ever. In any shape or form. Electronic or otherwise.
And yet, here I am, I've crossed the Rubicon for once and for all.
I'm making it sound as if it's a major event or turning point in somebody's life. That somebody is not me.
I don't know what made me even contemplate starting a journal, an online even worse.
Perhaps I have things to say. Or at least I thought so a minute or two ago. Things, people, situations. Things that frutrate me, anger me, make me want to cry, make me want to kill not someone, but everyone. Even better, things that make me happy or at least manage to give me calmness, peace, silence. Like when you're own on a boat in the open sea and it's sunrise.Then again. Nothing to say really. I guess I'll have to find or remember all those things first.
This is probably the first and last entry, a poorly written one, although I am probably lying to myself.
This entry was written under the influence of Sigur Ros and GodSpeedYouBlackEmperor.