Tag # 000552
I've never really been the best at keeping a journal..
That's why this one was never completely filled even
though I kept adding to it over a three year period..
I tried for a while to add to it at least once a week.
Journals to me are a little weird b/c I always wrote
in them as if I was writing to someone else. As if there
would be somebody else in the world that would want
to read my journal.
After this was tagged in October I started to reread
some of the stuff that I wrote back then. And I remembered
specifically the day that I started the journal and
how I had left it on the middle of the bed in what was
Trey's mother's room when she was alive. When I came
back in looking for the journal I could not find it
anywhere.. Nobody else was in the house so I thought
that I was going crazy or something.
An hour later or so I found the journal alone on the
center of the bed where I left it.. Where it went I
have no idea, but if I believed in ghosts I might suppose
that Trey's mother was playing a little trick on her
son's friend John.