Today, nothing really happened, nothing extraordinary came my way and nothing new was on the menu. This is the best day in a long time, a day without any change or complications. But what the hell do you care? You're not in my life and I don't know you. As far as I can tell you could be anyone, people I don't wanna see, from whom I'd rather flee. But then why do I write this entry of journals? The loneliness, most would think this to be true, but quite the contrary, cos' I'm here with you. You are my audience, my manager, my pay, cos' you are the one who lets my work come under way. You are the watcher of things from my heart, so you must decide if it's to leave or reside.