I'm writing in you today journal because it's storming, and also because your red cover was sticking out like a sore thumb amongst those flowers I picked earlier. I'm writing in you again to complain, yes...complain. I hate you weather, you take my birds away. They were singing earlier, loudly and pridefully. You swept in and ugh......

Sorry for all the blank space journal, some rain got on you and I didn't wanna rip you up. I don't give a damn what…

I could scribble all day in this journal, which by the way is probably the best gift i've ever recieved from Debonaire. Hm, not even sure what I should write about...should I place the point of this pen down to tell you about the many assassination attempts upon myself and my friends? I'll tell you what I think, this cutlist problem has gotten out of hand, -very- out of hand. There is far to many people that should be killing on the spot just hiding, watching, and waiting. The public…