Sunday, 4 October 2009


Me, and my diary.
I keep a diary - and this is it.
Together with me and my diary, is also a fountain pen.
We have a good friendship.
I tell my diary all about my problems and worries, and in return,
it accepts me, and do not doubt me!

My days:
Some days, are allright
Some days, are almost good
Some days, are, well - to be worked on
And then, there are the hopeless days - because they, are infact, days with no hope - only bad mood, sadness and desperation.

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