I would invent stories thinking they were truth. For example, I once went to some type of carnival with my school, and I remember getting lost in a labyrinth. I had written my journal that my friend, Tony Ciprioanno, was with me, but I later learned that he was not even there that day.
Anyways, I find it crazy how I really thought that he was there. I remember showing him the page, and he insisted that he wasn’t even there. That’s when I realized that I was crazy! OMG Rogue! I had something to tell you! I think I had a journal before you!
But, like I said above, I had to do it for school, so it doesn’t count! But I remember that my mother read them and she cried! I wonder why! Do you think I wrote about my emotions? Was I a sad fucked up little child? Shit be crazy! I’ll ask her one day if she kept them, I would love to see what I wrote when I was younger! Probably stuff about Batman, but I can’t be sure. Alright, I think I’m gonna go to bed now.
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