you make me sad you make me blue even though you say i will be okay i know its not true i have no friends because of you the path i walk i have no clue it makes no sense you fill my mind with thoughts , thoughts of you, of ending it all, is this the way, are you my fate, am i suppose to give in let you take control, i guess so, you made me too weak to fight, to fight for whats mine, to fight for my life, i guess this is to forever my suicidal thoughts and i.
This, is a journal strictly for an open mind. One that's willing to explore the wonders hidden within the ambiguity of reading or writing. It is for a mind willing to take on thinking about the obscure mysteries of life. The ones that remain taboo to others.
This, is a journal where limits don't exist. Where worries of others opinions fade into non-existence, for you are in your own matrix right now.
This, is a white canvas waiting to be filled in with the strokes of your brush. A blank slate waiting, eagerly, to be filled in with your naked, non-societial conforming thoughts.
I have this written at the beginning of my journal. I feel this should be at the beginning of everyones journal so they know there should be no limits to their writing.