What the heck am I doing?

CW: Flashing lights in video, good music, loud

Hi "Diary".

Yeah, I know you're just a bunch of pieces of paper scattered around my room, but there's something to be said for security through obscurity, so rather than some neat little bundle put into a nice package, you're going to be a little representation of my mind, and remain a bunch of loose leafs thrown haphazardly around.

My psychologist thought it would be a great idea to keep one of you.  I think it's stupid.  Then she said that if I didn't make one she was going to mark it down as 'disobediance' to the Powers That Be, and so I guess here goes.

By the way, just to note, if you're reading these without my permission, I will find you, and I will beat you half to death with your own shoes.

Fair warning.

Never say I never gave you nothin'.

Gods, I need a cigarette...