im all dreams and stardust, baby!

i made a promise.

hey you,

i don't know who this is going to. i don't know who is reading this and i certainly don't know what you're going to do with this information. i don't even know whether or not you'll even care about what what i'll have to say. this is honestly just a blunt journal that i'm going to share with the world because it'll be a good memoir for when i am dead. maybe this is gonna be all i'll really contribute to the world before i die. if that's the case, then i hope that i can inspire even one of you to get off your ass and do something, anything. i dunno if i'm deep like that, lol.

first things first, this isn't gonna be some angsty, mysterious poetry book where i string together long, complex words, pretty adjectives, and mention my mental problems and the ever-growing thoughts of killing myself every couple of lines and call it a chapter. no, i hate books like that. i'm also not gonna add extra angst and nerve to 'enrapture' the reader. no, i hate books like that. i like real feelings. real deep, heavy feelings. the type that nip and your ankles and make you think. everything i am about to enclose to you is a true story. real things that have happened to me. i know anger like the back of my hand and sorrow like an old friend.

i would write more, as i have so much more to to say before we get started, but my head is pounding right now. unfortunately, you're going to have to learn as you go. that's okay, i'm sure you're real smart. that's what keeps a book interesting, right? to have you're reader always thinking and guessing? that's what keeps me interested, at least. all you need to know right now is that i made a promise. i gave my life to a promise. i live for a promise. i'll explain later, my head is about to split in two. 

i'll be back soon, my darling. in the meantime, go outside and look at the stars. it's real therapeutic.

get some rest tonight,

- harley