So i wrote a lil something ealier this year, aaaand totally forogt about it.

'nyway there it is.

It's been ages, since i last wrote down in this journal of mine, what is there even to say,
many things, or, barely any things??

First i think it's best to start by the beggining. . .

I was born like everyone else, in an hospital, nothing out of the ordinary so far, untill,
she arrived, the nurse lady, she took me away, to where you may ask, well. . . to
somewhere, somewhere no one would ever ask to be.

I was locked up in a box from that day all the way to my fourth aniversery, the time the
box oppened i knew nothing was right in the world.

It was abandoned, the hospital, no one was there, beside hundreds upon thousands of
other boxes similar to mine, they were oppening at the same time as mine, but, most of
them were not able to survive, the stench it released, was not something i ever wanted
to remember and yet, everytime i think about that place, it comes back to me, i can feel
the shivers deep down my spine, my feets trembling, my hands shaking and my head
spinning, but these days, i simply ignore those feelings, so many things had happened
to me during my existence, too many...