Dear Diary, Dear Journal

Dear Journal

Dear Journal,

It seems like people discuss the silliest ideas. They talk about crushes and partying, while there are real problems going on in the the world. No one talks about the starvation in India and Africa or the prosecutions in many countries. All people seem to care about are their own problems and what they're going to do this weekend. I think they are blinded from the real world; blinded by family, friends, themselves. Or maybe they choose not to see it. Maybe it's too painful for them to know what's really happening. I guess if I had an option, I would choose not to see it too. But that doesn't mean it's not there. There will still be a thought, an inkling, of it somewhere in your mind.

But of course, you do not have a mind, for you are only a journal, for you to have a mind would be, well, prepostorous.

Sometimes I just love my mind; it comes up with the craziest of things. Like, for instance, what I just sprouted out up there in the second paragraph. Oh, how I love the olden days. Sometimes I believe I was born in the wrong century.

I would just love to go back to that time period. Where you had to court a girl and ask her father's permission and blessing. Where chivlry was still alive and everyone was civil to one another, more than they are nowadays.

Now instead of saying 'beautiful', we say 'hot'. And no one uses correct grammar anymore. Also, the use of 'big' words and meaningful words have lessened greatly.

The human race has gotten so lazy that people don't have to be with one another to have a conversation. Do you not think that if someone really wanted to speak with you they could at least be with you?

I know, I know, I sound like a girl. But I don't care. These things are important.

I hate how guys treat girls nowadays. It's like the girl is their toy; they can come back and play with her any time they want. And toys get old; they bend and break and when they do, do you know what happens? They get thrown away and replaced with the latest model.

If I ever had a girlfriend, I wouldn't treat her like that. She would be my world--my only world--and she would be special. I would treat her like she deserves and she deserves to be happy, never sad. I would always protect her from the evil around.

I know, you came here to see how my day went and to hear all of my secrets and feelings. I just think these things are more important than that.

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