On the 3rd of February 2007 I had a big brown leather journal that I started on my 1st year of secondary school. And on that day I wrote:
"If everything happens for a reason that means there is a reason for me to be here in Ireland without any talent, any idea what am I doing here"
I was such a stupid kid! Reading these poages while I rip them out to burn later is just tragic.
Almost every page is filled with me talking about guys, broken hearts and their needs. What about me damn it?! So done with this whole shebang. pathetic.
I'll talk to you soon.
-K
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