My diary ponders exsistance like I do. I also ponder why all these weird guys form obsessions with me then follow me around...and why these guys are always way older then me? ARG.

Should I leave my diary sad and empty? Probably. Who reads this stuff anywho?

my diary was sad and empty.
I really have nothing to say here.
I need a job.
I need a replacement Soulmate. Stupid Mandaas...