Pretty Much A Diary

An Explaination To What The FUCK I'm Even Trying To Accomplish Here

(,,,,,this shouldn't count as an actual entry,,,)

Okay. So I've got this problem. Now, I don't have the time, energy, or vocabulary to explain all of it, so believe me, this is oversimplified.

So imagine this: someone hands you a jar. Anything and everything you put into this jar will be masked from society. What would you put in the jar? A few embarrassing childhood memories? Some scandalous secrets?

Well, with me, I put in,,,,,,

All.

Of my fucking emotions.

And recently, I found this jar. It's lid is so close to popping off it looks like a literal timebomb. To the point where even breathing in it's direction could make the glass shatter into a million peices.

So, I crack the lid open and let some of it out, peice by peice until the jar isn't classified as a nuclear weapon.

Just a quick warning, I have so many miscellaneous thoughts that I just need to share so like one part of the book is gonna be like "I nearly cried today because of rabid homophobia" and the next will be like "improv practice is an oxymoron and im shaking"

If you wanna break these walls down, you're gonna see some weird shit along the way.