It has come to my head that I may or not would have actually have a way of coping with a lot of stuffs with the fact that I talk to imaginary personalities of my very own self. I would converse to them like, perhaps a total lunatic, and that'll be my whole evening before I go to bed.

But things like that get to be so chaotic more often than I can totally admit. When you're talking to yourself, you get to have two, or even more than two, responses branching into very different and opposite things. That's very messy and turns you upside and down, then back again, then repeat for a hundred times because all those choices where made by you and you think them out for a whole lot of time because—well it's you.

But sometimes, I don't exactly want a response. I just want to talk (and talk and talk and talk). But I don't think anyone would be ever glad to have me for such a bother.

So, let's do it this way. I'm going to talk about what I want to talk about, can be about my day or my friends' day, or even my cat's day, and you can read all about them. Whoever you are.

You see, that's the point. I don't exactly want a diary cause I can't keep track of things and I'll probably gonna lose them anyway, so why not lose these letters on purpose? Anyone would...