" There was a tree, you see, a tree called Loathsome... He was fluffy and buffy, he didn't knew much about the world, or he had forgotten the lore about it. He was in need of this forgotten lore because it was the key to all wickedness. He was lonely yet surrounded by apples, most of them were rotten likewise Loathsome's within insides. Now let's go contemplate the Lakebed of his roots."

Wow!!! its been long since I last wrote a journal, I've even lost my poetic sense of thinking. My artisitic pondering is slowly decaying, English is better, I should read a little bit more I think that's the sense of all.

Really there is no reason why I'm writing down this journal I just wanted to erase my old one lmao... My camera is still broken and I got no money to buy a new one; pragmatic thinking is the unquestionable answer, I really need it, yep...
So its been fun talking to you I'll catch to you later my dearest journal(you are more like a perfect and silent friend than a journal, mmm... that gives me an idea).
Bye...

P.D. This journal doesn't even make sense roflolmao!!!!!!