I have no idea what to write for this journal, not any longer.
Funny, I had this journal for 4 years, and in one year, with my other journal, I managed to catch up completely.
I surpass the limit of thought and expression. I have written so much more.
Perhaps I can write about my other self here, kinda like a reporter reporting on himself.
Clark Kent reporting on Superman.
My Lois Lane is nowhere to be found -- where art thou Lois Lane?
Messiah-Complex proudly presents:
- Forgotten, my journal.