I'm the type of person that believes the scribblings on bathroom walls are the truest truth of humanity. I'm the type to envy a lot. I do have regrets, and I don't believe in consistency of most anything. It's all illusion. I hope I'm not wholly pessimistic.
I've been meaning to make this journal interesting, but lack the wit. However, the purpose of this journal is not to please you, so deal with its bland and unexciting nature.