well, hey?
i decdied to do this because, well, i don't have friends and i want to mask my loneliness with a shitty marboe notebook.
I am Eddie Breene. I am 15, a blonde and I live in Minnesota. I have an older brother named Henry and my mom. My dad is a dick, we won't talk about him, okay? Okay.
God, I feel pathetic, talking to you like a human being. You're not. You're paper. But this..this is strangely comforting? Whatever.
It's more than paper, I guess? Psychological shit I suppose.
Anyway, Mr. Breene signing off.
