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Hello stranger, welcome to the show. This post and forum will be my, well you could say "repressed thoughts." Those little things that your mind will think of and then shove away as a way of hiding your true self. This may contain some dark, depressing things so I must warn you to prepare yourself with my entries. They may be quite morbid, depending on where my mind is at a day, so if you believe you cannot handle that type of content instead of reporting me, turn away and look for another soul to that may have the pleasure of meeting you.

Entry I: Midnight memories: 3:32-3:41 am

As I was sitting in the bath I was reminiscing of lost memories that made me smile as well frown, I discovered the first time I met my best friends, and I had a horrible memory from when I was two. I had a "Step-Dad" who was an absolute bloody drunk. I was playing with building blocks in the driveway and he threatened to run me over. That night my dad and him had gotten into a fight. At the time I was a baby so I had no idea what any of this meant, I was just sitting there. Observing. And then there was the time of when I met my first friend. I was five and a half, and it was the first day of kindergarten. I went to sit at a table before the day started and there was no empty tables so I sat at the least populated. I ended up sitting by a bloke by the name of Ronnie. Him and I chatted a while and became the best of friends, for his birthday we went to the bowling ally and had an amazing time. I'm a very personal man, for instance, he is the only person, outside my family, I am comfortable celebrating my birthday with. When it's my birthday at school I don't even mention it because I really don't care, it's not something I celebrate with people that aren't actually considerate of my birth. That may sound harsh but it's how I feel on the matter. That shall be all for today. I hope you have learned at least one new thing about me. And if not, don't worry I will make plenty more post, good night.

Entry II: A look at Itself: 4:03-4:15 AM

I lay wake, laying in my bed. I have nothing else to do except listen to my own thoughts and reminisce about all the lost time that makes my time writing this seem, almost obsolete. But then I realize that releasing my ideals and thoughts is a good method of expressing myself. Besides, it may interest those weirdo's, like myself, to read about random moments in my life. A latest addiction is upbeat nightcore songs that without the nightcore effect are seen to be creepy and sometimes depressing. I guess I'm just one of those psyco that feed off the feeling of others. Psyco. Freak. Amazing.