Well, I'm not tired the least, to be frank. Wait, first of all, what is with that saying, "to be frank." Why frank, why not "to be bob" or "to be joseph"? I think I'm going to change it up, and use "to be jimmy". Sounds kind of funny. Anyways, it's really hot in my room, and my laptop is not helping this. I so desperately need a new one, hahah. My mom got mad with me today because I sleep until the afternoon, but honestly who needs mornings? It's not like I'd be doing anything more productive while awake. This is besides the point though.

Honestly, I can't say there is a point to this. I am covered in battle scars, from venturing into the realms of my aunt's house. Oh how little sense that made. Either way, she has four dogs. They're amazing, don't get me wrong, but I can't say I value the scratches they give me all that much. I like my dog, he's little, doesn't jump around all that much, and when he does it's cute and enjoyable, not so much the leave scratches up and down your arms kind of stuff. But I'm rambling. And it's definitely not getting any cooler in my room.

I really like the idea of having a journal. I always had diaries when I was a kid, but all of them I wrote in a maximum of ten times. But what is there to write about when you're a kid? Life has barely hit you. I guess adults would say the same for teenagers of course, so it really all depends on what your perspective is. In a way, there is no roughest time of your life, it's really how you look at it. It could be said that childhood is the easiest, your biggest worry is scraped knees, teen years and the hardest being that this is where you find yourself amongst all the other pubescent teens, and adulthood is what you make of it of course.

I think there is really no time of life that is the hardest for everyone. Life is unpredictable in every aspect. But what are we without pain? Without our limits being pushed, what would we learn. Life wouldn't be the same if it was all rainbows and sunshine, that would be boring. Of course, I'm not saying that war and terrorism is vital to our lives, but I'm saying that everyone needs to experience a little hurt every once in a while, therefore to grow from it. You can't learn by not living.

I can't promise that all of that made sense, because I choose the worst times to write these things. Then again, my mind is always a mess of incomprehensible thoughts. I struggle to understand myself sometimes, but it's what makes me, me. I like being more then just an open book, I'd rather be confusing and complex as opposed to those who are readable. If I were a book, I would want to be written in invisible ink, so people would have to put effort into figuring me out. I think that's enough for tonight. xx