My Unclassified Way Of Thinking
I think of life in an abnormally normal way. I feel as if that's a double negative if you will, but I don't know. Something's are profound and others are unreal. I never thought I would see the day where I shared stuff out my pink book. It's not a diary so your not invading or anything just know if you read it, you'll know something about me.
This is a random collection of things all connected to a true story. Most won't make sense. Sometimes we have our ups and downs. Sometimes we have the most simplest problems to the most difficult. It's about how we fight and survive. It's about how we interpret our feelings through different ways; rather it be from becoming an escapist by reading or playing sports, or singing, dancing and/or writing. Sometimes it's through sexual feelings. Sometimes it's by doing horrible and just down right terrible acts. Sometimes great acts. One person you never expects always has a story for themselves. So will you come and read? Become a little escapist with me.
This little pink notebook, is dear to me. This little pink notebook, is my friend. This little pink notebook is naive and free. This little pink notebook, is dark and depressing. This pink notebook, written in scribbles, teared out pages and smooth leather, will call to only those who understand and will continue to stay strong.