August 28th, 1995

Sun, 15 Jul 2007 05:32:34 GMT

I never really understood the purpose of a journal. I mean, I suppose if you desperately needed someone to talk to, I guess it would be beneficial. But then again, I don't think I desperately need to talk to someone. And if I need to talk to someone, I always have Kyler to talk to.

Kyler Morte, My best friend.
[Albeit a real pain in the ass, but he cares in his own way]

But then again, whenever I run my mouth, he seems to easily get cross with me. I mean, he's usually an asshole stick in the mud, but it seems as of late-- he's been easily irritated, and all out of sorts.

Poor guy.

But then again, that's probably why he gave me this journal for my birthday [five days ago, mind you!]. To shut me up, so he could get some peace for once. Lock himself up in his room without me pestering him and talking his ear off about MY problems. Which are usually stupid, trivial things, like what his father told me this morning, or what I've heard over at the Belmonts. That really sets him off. Don't understand why though, I guess that family rivalry is no joke.

So, I guess Kyler just gave me this hoping to get some peace.

Well. When you put it that way...I feel kind of bad.

Heh.

Sebastion Amery

They'll always catch you in the act.

August 28th, 1995