Dear Ethan,
You confuse me. You genuinely puzzle me to the point I want to figure you out. Except I can't. Not really, anyway. I don't even know what I want to learn, but I know I'm missing something.
Some days I sense your hidden coldness, and the rest you are still charming as ever.
Who the hell are you?
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I'm really loving Hannibal. It shows crime scene photos that look realistic and they hold nothing back. And I still stand that Mads Mikkelson is an amazing actor. So is Hugh Dancy, though I never liked the name "Hugh" without the last name. Too much opportunity for jokes to be made.
You can learn a lot from the show.
And Biology class.
I'm probably gonna start brainstorming for that psychopath story I said I wanted to write. That I might not get tired of writing.
I don't like that I'm sort of stuck in Hello. It's not like me. Honest. I usually write at least a sentence every day, but no. My mind doesn't want me to for some reason.
I have nothing more to say than what I already have.
Goodnight, darling.
YOU ARE READING
The Page.
RandomHello, this is the person who owns the page, Kenzie. I figured I could create a... well, I guess a form of a diary. Something where I could rant about stuff from school or life in general. There will be cussing, and there will absolutely be cynical...
