Journal Entry Number 22.....

It's been a while since I've actually taken the time out to sit and write out an actual entry of any kind. Tonight, I had some pretty random, yet valid thoughts flowing through my mind. I decided to share them with you, in hopes that maybe someone will relate and it will allow the hiccups in my brain process to become a lot less air filled and jumpy... So here goes, straight from my journal.

JOURNAL ENTRY NUMBER 22

I could cry you a river, but it wouldn't even matter.Nothing will get you to open up. I'm sad for the human race. They are turning into robots.They surpress their emotions and call it healing. They believe out of sight, out of mind is the best way to cope. They don't see how they are destroying their essence. They don't see how they are destroying their own souls. Wounds become so neglected, you forget they are there and they become infected. They become so apart of you, you cannot even remember a time that you lived without them. I won't lose my humanity. I refuse to forget how my wounds got there. Tears are ink. The tongue is a sword. The mind is a canvas. The heart is a journal. Pour your life into these things. Regret nothing. Live profusely. Die knowing you have lived and not simply existed. I plan on crying you that river, and I need it so desperately to matter....