Hello. Lily gave you to me to write in while she’s gone. I guess she’s used you before, because some pages are ripped out. She said I should write down my thoughts. She said I don’t express myself enough, but I don’t know how. What should I write here? My thoughts? What are my thoughts? What is in my head?
I think I’m confused. She says when I’m confused I should try to start from the beginning. Lily gave me a journal. That’s you, by the way. You’re made from a smooth material, like a lot of things are here. She said she was going away for a while. A school trip, she said. I took you into my hands and when I opened you up, that’s when I noticed a few pages were ripped out. I tried to ask her about it, but she was already gone. Oh, I apologize, poor journal, I’m rambling to you. I think that’s good. Writing and writing and writing, it’s what she wants me to do, right? Do you like being written in? Did it hurt when the pages were ripped out? Can you remember what was written on them? Is that too personal? It’s okay, you don’t have to answer.