Its same pattern on the back, Wow, Was I naive back then, such a sweet summer child.
Wow, I've written some naive scribbles, and it's all okay. I was young. 18 years of me going through and writing in desperation, selfishly in my journal to see if I could make sense in the world. With the internet opening up and silly marketing opportunity, before League of Legends, before the discovered weirdo reactionary cults.
This is what I have to entertain others, lay it all out, be relatable or alienable in the vast expanse.
Now it's confused, it's bewildered, it happens to meander in random circles going III pure ego'n self. Rather, with my own writings editorial rather than now.
I don't wanna devolve into into childism, Naive I was.
Truth comes out the childs mouth, it's like seeing children's entertainment.