I hate diaries. I hate them
more than I hate anything. Why? Because everything has to be
chronological and neat, placed precisely in the correct order. It's
the opposite of the inside of my head, which is a disaster zone
(trust me). What is this then? A random document I opened up on my
computer to spill my heart and soul into when no one else will listen
to me? Well, that's exactly what it is. I give no guarantees as to
content or accuracy, and I will do all that I can to establish myself
as an untrustworthy narrator. My inconsistencies will blind you to
believing my every word, and the less that you trust me, the more you
will love me and want to believe my lies as truth. Or perhaps it is
the truth. Perhaps I'm just being modest, because I want you to seek
your own answers, but I'm really telling you everything image for
image, exactly as it happened. You decide.
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