This Journal had been open for upwards of thirty minutes before I wrote anything.
Trying to write now is like those moments when you turn the salt shaker over and nothing comes out. It could be because there is too much to come out at once, or it could be because there is little left at all.
I'll just start with a dash and we'll see where it goes from there.
It sucks when you know someone well enough that you know exactly what they are saying about you behind your back.
There's definitely more, and this level of sodium can definitely affect my health. Hah, I think I should get an award for ruining a semi-straight journal with a completely ridiculous salt analogy.
I guess I'll write later.