Black Heart's log
*a journal doesn't sit anywhere. it has nowhere to be. it has no one who wants to see it. and yet, you can't seem to bring yourself to destroy it*
*what is this now except for a reminder of a life that has been long past gone? what exists in these pages is irrelevant now. a tale of people who did not exist and did not know you, and you did not know them. and yet, who are they that you still insist to grieve over?*






