Keep a journal

I write when things are really great or really bad…so when I look back and read, I am left looking at this crazed madman swinging wildly in the throes of love and hate, self loathing, and god praising…GAG.

Then again—maybe I really am psycho. or just melodramatic? ME? Mr Football, nothing-gets-to-me, reading, writing, melodramatic?

I guess I need to get to know myself better.

Now I just have to write in it. once wvery 2 weeks hardly aints an accurate picture of my life.

What are journals supposed to do for us anyways?