Ye old notebook, we meet again. Just as the title says, it's just rants, drafts and forgotten ideas. With things buzzing around my head 24/7, might as well have a place to put them down. But wait! The moment I speak about these silly old things, a small group of friends would gather and ask why. Why hadn't I finished? Why don't you revise it? Why stop when everything is planned out? Why am I so salty? I'm drowning in a see of why. Although good ideas might hit me out of nowhere, the notebook is both my friend and foe. A thing I can vent my feelings to, but also vent my feelings on by chucking it across the room. This is the Notebook Experience