Dear diary

Some days, it's a poem. Some days, it's a letter. Some days, it's me pretending to be Sherlock Holmes. Some days, it'll be fantasy, some days it'll be reality. Some days, it'll be a novel idea.

I might regret this and try to forget it, but unless I understand it, or the me of right now longer exists, I will forever never forget, for I must taste regret never to regret.