#2

To be honest, I still don't have the slightest idea why am I doing this. First of all, I've always considered myself a private person who doesn't like to interact with strangers - neither online, nor in what the INTERNET folk call "a REAL life". I think it's pretty stupid - to allow some random fuck into your everyday existence. Then, I doubt that I'll ever be capable of giving a shit about what others think - about my persona, my thoughts, or my writing. Seriously - why should I? They don't know me and I don't know them, and that's that. And finally, I'm 90 percent sure that all these OTHERS exist only in the darkest parts of my conscience. I mean, who in a right fucking mind will read it? The truth is I'm neither an intellectual, nor a brilliant writer I once thought I was. So I guess this piece of crap journal is both - hopeless and meaningless. And I don't really know how long will I last trying to keep it updated - I am so freaking lazy... On the other hand, despite all of the above, today I've manage to write this much. It's a good fucking start, I think. 

#1

fuck...