You know, writing a diary entry is so hard … I mean you have to write about everything, down to the smallest detail. I mean with no parameters ,sure it feels open ,but not free. Most just fill theirs with emotion of the measly workday… how commonplace that's why well I'm writing this short diary entry for the moment because the only limit we truly have is time and I don't have a lot of that. Sure I can't explain myself future me but a lot has been going on and a synopsis wouldn't truly show you how much this means to me.

You know my school life is like any other but I'm simply a spectator. an anomaly that happened to slip past fate yet life moves on.

Point being my greatest downfall was NOT writing everything down. Oh how much information I could foster. The pain of forgetting something so easily and yet such a difficult problem was solved years prior. The book! A holder in for information. And my only excuse what's the time. "It will take too long "I would say "it's irrational ""why waste time on that "or "I'll just remember". What a joke! I of all people should know that but the weight of pride lightens for no one. So I message to you from a distant past. Write it down. Doesn't matter how small or how large write it down type write it sketch it draw it even sing it for another of my seamless excuses was that I didn't like the sound of my own voice. The power of such a grand mind could've been used for great feats unknown to man. Such thoughts reach deaf ears or slumber with sorrowful souls. Man’s creativity should always be edged into the walls of another’s mind as the idea of something new is one of the only things evolution can’t push out of us. To anyone reading this fate is not determined so rather do not horde belongings like you are stocking up for the next life , spread your curiosity to your fellow man for one thing us humans can't seem to forget is both forgetting and caring.