"Dear Diary,
I spill onto you like a baby does his bib. My thoughts come flashing forth and I grasp you to pen my every thought. Without you as a medium my life would merely contain as much of a point as the quill I am using. I wish to divulge to you my deepest darkest secrets. And so I digress.
Hey Diary, Will you really keep this a secret? I mean, I wouldn't want J.R. or you-know-who to find out. Wait I sense a patter of footsteps down the hallway, I must extinguish this candle, sorry Dearest Diary, perhaps another day!"
*Hey*, De this is an excerpt I came across in a journal of yore. Sadly, this book has been charred badly but I would like to-- as tribute to this schizophrenic-seeming-unnamed-person --continue on their story in a biweekly installment. Your thoughts and correspondence would be much appreciated.
-Mi
post-note-thing (* denotes the appropriate way in saying "hey", which may or many not be directed to your previous post.
post-note-thing-thing (P.S. <- I do know about Post Scripts)
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