dear mr link diary,
good day to you sir. you have given me such a gift. my own little scrapbook of sorts- where no little fucktard can rip my pages out. i swear it didnt bother me tho- i swear it didnt but it sure is gunna be nice to just get up and go. how will i ever be able to thank you? do you have a paypal account? i feel like i should buy you lunch, if you want paid- name the amount. i would have never tried this- i would have never come- i would have just stayed until someone told me- told me that i was dumb. i would never ask for a ride- until i raise my thumb. and by then id be so desperate- my feet would be wore out- id be so weak from crying too- i wouldn't be able to shout. i stay with things until there are no things to stay with anymore- sometimes i think thats why some people call me a whore. i can help it, like i said- im dumb till the end. but if you ever need me, compose a message and press send.
