I think I made a mistake.
Why do I always have to say the wrong thing?
I don't know what's wrong with me.
But I do know these scissors are as sharp as they were back then.
My mood swings up and down more than a roller coaster does... you can see it in my entries. I couldn't call this the "Silent Exposition" anymore... These were meant to be letters never sent, only written. But I guess, a few people know about it now. I actually have to watch what I say.
