Pretend this is a
daylog.
Pretend I told you about the albums I was listening to, the book I was reading, and what I saw on TV recently. Pretend I talked to you about what I had done this week, the people I hung out with, and the projects I was working on. Pretend I went for a walk on this windy night and looked up at the
full moon but couldn’t see the
stars because of the cloud cover and the light pollution from the city. Pretend I had some angsty, depressing thoughts about some girl and the direction my life was going. Pretend I came up with some pseudo-philosophical conclusions about the nature of
life.
Pretend you know me.