Well here it is many many days after i first started writting this journel. My best friend from here has left now I feel lonesome without thylorddracula but at the same time I have been makeing good friends with others in the room. I have chatted alot with Miz and resieved alot of idea's and hints on my story I am writting .
It is colder than shit outside and I had too go out into it. Here is a piece i found the the night that i liked.
The object of life's journey is not too arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways,totally worn out, shouting
"HOLY SHIT, WHAT A RIDE!!!!!!!!!"
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