I am generally not good at keeping journals. My thoughts are always running around like a herd of yelling wild pigs, constantly bumping into each other, making no sense whatsoever, and completely trample down my brain. But every once in a while they become overwhelming, and I need a door to let them out. This journal is the door. Here I’ll let them run free. So meet my thoughts. They can be rude and stupid at times, sometimes annoying and rather wrong, absolutely uncontrollable and weird, and mine. Don’t take them too seriously; even thoughts are never what they seem. It’s their playground here. I made no rules and the disguises are used often in my world. You can pick one too.