It has barely been 5 days into you and i can already tell that you are going to bring much deserved bad fortune. It is in you that I will crash. It is within you that I will burn. It is all with you that I will experience so much stress, pain and anger. And even though it is you bringing so much heartache to me it is also you that I cannot hate. Because August you are not real. Not for the sake of this entry and certainly not for the sake of blame. August it was never you but always me and my constant entropy. It is the way of life with it’s ups and downs. This pain and stress is just one of life’s many truths and what use is it to hate the truth? None at all. So what am I to do? Who am I to blame? No one. All the blame is to be bottled up inside myself begging for release without a proper destination. So rest assured August. Pass on easy and don’t worry about the girl weighed down by guilt and blame. Never be any colder then you need. Never howl an excessive amount of wind and be gentle to the dying trees. Because, my dear August there is more than just this one girl weighed down by guilt and blame. There’s is much more. And you may not have be good to me but you can still be good to them.
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Journals By Janae?
RomanceThis is going to be a sequence of journals by me. Some of them will be in a series form were I'll attempt to tell a story but mostly they will just be ideas and feelings.
