Diary

Dear self,

I told my self that asking for help is really lame! I looked in the mirror & said, “you are weak!”
Dumb for trusting an idiot to avidly search my psyche for reasons to y I act the way I do. Dreaming Irritates A Rattled Youth. Doesn’t that mean then that, if I were to dream I would be announcing my shaky roundabout way of dealing with young, but old issues? Diary, does my fear of intimately telling you my asinine mistakes really make you interested, or are you just playin me for info? DO you want the incendiary comments often abated when a friend asks for advice even though they really need it? Yelling could get attention, but in the end it’s just wasted breath. 5 letters mean so much to so many, but why also do so many Die Infinitely Alone Reflecting eternally on their Youth? Maybe later you’ll answer me diary…

- JioVanni