Dear Diary:
No that doesn’t sound stupid at all. I feel like a whiny teenager.
Although I am kinda whiny, and my target demographic are teenagers; okay Sebastian, get your head in the game here.
I’m continuing this really dumb journal because if I don’t my lawyer promises I will go to jail whereupon I will be shower-raped.
Well he didn’t put it quite like that but…oh wait, yes he did.
But he didn't tell me what I should be writing about.
So here I am sitting in my hotel room, debating what the hell should be written in here.
I kinda wish I hadn't made so much fun of that therapist, I bet he would know what I’m supposed to be writing.
Ooh Dexter is on right now.
Gotta go Diary, Dexter needs me.
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