my friends would tell you that i'm eccentric (if a bit crazy), fun, and intellectual.
i would tell you honestly that i don't know who i am.
i'm tolerant, yet i am quite opinionated, and with the wind i am constantly redefining and becoming. flaky? maybe. maybe not.
i admit to taking myself too seriously.
i have the soul of an artist. yes, i do.
i would say that i'm a humanitarian, but sometimes i forget.
this diary is a collection of simple observations. this is what i see. i may write about my life, or i may write my perceptions of natural law. i refer to events as lovers, and to people as elements of nature; i will tell a story to verbalize an emotion. the entries are not examples of my writing, and they are not written to entertain anyone; were those my goals, this experiment would be a failure. i write to express, and in doing so, to learn.
babyfloyd at 1:32 p.m.
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