'The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say'. - Anais Nin.
These words (unless otherwise stated) are all formed within my brain and somehow executed to form this journal.
Friday, 8 July 2011
Dear Neighbour
Please put something friggen clothes on when sitting by your window (no headphones do not count as clothes) I almost tripped gawking into your window today and now I look like a pervert. Kthanks.bye.until tomorrow morning.
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