Journals, journals, journals.. I don't know what the point is for me to write in this damn thing. I never know what to say, though if you were in my head you would think differently. My head swims with all the thoughts floating by. Maybe if I did write my thoughts down more, I would be able to go to sleep at night. But shit, most of the shit that I come up with is so random that I don't even know where the hell it came from. Ugh. I think that I might change my pic.. Yeap that's what I'm going to do.. oatwell.. ciao! 