Dear Journal,
You are not a diary, but this works. People might be reading this. Oh well, I don't mind.
I am a very weird person and almost everyone knows that. I am in desperate need of help. Let's not take this too personally. Random fact: I'm hungry. Well, everyone does feel hungry from time to time. We can't live without eating food. Most people would question what's the meaning of life and nobody responses a specific answer. Even I couldn't think of one but I question it too. When I see a potato, I can tell that life is meaningful for it. At first, it sits on the ground, waiting to be found, and then we eat them. I'm glad they're rich in potassium because I hear people reply my messages with "K". Just "K", but now, I understand that the only way to reply to that is to encourage them to eat a potato. Or a banana. Either of the two, they're both cool and rich in potassium. Whoever discovered oxygen is an awesome person. He knew it is something that we inhale and plants exhale. Now that I know the potato has given me a reason to appreciate life, and it's because it spoke to me and said "OK".
Yeet, everything's gonna be ok... eventually.
Yours truly,
Sweetzie
