Nothing important.

"After, all this time?"

I've just logged in after almost a year away, I felt a rewrite was in order. Hi. I'm young. I'm complicated. I eat to much junkfood. I see the best in the worst people. I don't have dreams yet. I don't have ambitions. I listen to every type of music. I watch to much tv. My parents mean the world to me. I have a dog, who is the cutest thing ever seen. My eyes are black, not brown, black. None of this matters, I'm rambling. My journal is the only thing I love about my page, I like to write. I like to read.