Dear Diary
Who am I? I feel like I'm someone else, watching my life go by.
It's a funny concept, really. I mean, here I am, the clock is
ticking, time is passing, and here I stand -- powerless to stop it.
So many things I wish had said, so many deeds I wish I had done.
Things change so fast. I feel like I don't know who I am
anymore.
Lost Willy!
