dear child,
this is stupid.
the whole idea is crap, but i need to pass this english class if i ever intend on leaving this hell hole.
the whole point is to record your feelings or whatever, but if you really needed to talk about those things, you would talk to a person and not some shitty journal that your teacher handed out to you.
which is exactly why i'm not doing that.
i guess writing to your future child is nowhere near better than to a pile of paper, but what other choice do i really have?
i have to write in here every week, so i guess you're gonna learn a lot about me, even though you're technically not a person.
damn, this is so weird.
how the hell do you end these things?
i'll write later, i guess.
- daniel seavey