I have nothing to write about...which doesn't matter because nobody ever reads my journal anyway...at least nobody comments about it...so that means I could write about whatever I want and nobody would care if I offened them...because there is nobody to offend...but if there is nobody to write to then there is no reason to write other than out of pure boredom. So, here I am writing to nobody about nothing. I can't really blame you though because I have not been paying much attention and I have put out any more of my writting or anything. I should find some of my old drawings and scan them onto my computer just to show you that I have some talent because you are probably not geting very much from my poem and weird dream/story. Of course YOU who do not exsist because I am writing to nobody.

It's not that my life isn't boring. I'm getting married tomorrow and I'm too excited to sleep right now. So there you have it, the only reason why I am typing this. Not because I feel bad for neglecting my non exsistant readers or because I have something new for you to read or look at or anything else...because I am bored on the last night that I have single...pathetic, no?