For some reason, I've been thinking of looking through my old journals, but it's not interesting. At all.
The old journals of other people interest me way more.
I mean, you could say that I'm not interested in them because I remember writing them all, but when I look through the journals of someone I remember the beginnings of, it's still more interesting than my old journal.
Maybe I'm just less interesting than most anyone else.
BUT I THOUGHT I WAS THE MOST INTERESTING PERSON IN THE WORLD.
If I don't even interest myself, jeez, what do I have?
I mean, most of the time I don't really care what other people think of me, because I know that whatever they think I will always love and respect myself, kinda like Gollum.
WE MUSTS KILL THE NASTY LITTLE HOBBITSES
But apparently I'm not even interesting to myself.
Jeez, what a depressing ass, am I right?
But what's up with you?