I obtained a dairy recently. The previous diary I had been was teeming with thoughts and outlook I would like to forget. I have cross the doorstep of a new segment in my life--a new level of maturity. I am able to recognize and believe the ability people have to get their feet occasionally wedged in their mouth. I am competent of unscrambling sympathy and esteem from lust-- a mannerism many of my associates have yet to bring about.
At this moment my heart bang another way, I exhale painless. My nerves possibly will make off me on the boundary of my seat, but they no longer disappear from me feeling imprudent. I retort more fittingly and think more inwardly than I articulate my mentality. But to effectively live this way and continue to develop, I call for a new position to launch recording my thoughts--all of them.