Diary of a Ditto

I felt like putting my diary on the Internet. Is that a problem?
I know you don't know me. You know I know you don't know me. And I know that.
Just deal with it, dummy. Geesh. I'm probably going to just write one entry and never come back, anyway.

Years later: Cringe? Yeah, a little cringe. I haven't even reread it, I just sense the cringe and I don't want to be close enough to confirm that I am indeed sensing cringe.
The curse of writing when you're a tiny child.