I feel like this will be the definition of my ordinary. This is my Diary. My actual one. I don't know how often I will write, because it is reality mixed with a little bit of fiction. But take it as public venting, a honest; disgusting display of myself in the most open way. You won't be able to identify the line between truth and reality. Neither will I. But at the very least, we will both be able to understand each other a little bit more. I will be jumping around in my timeline. Idealizing some things, having horrible opinions on others, and tell really really stupid tales. But then again, it is up to you to question what was my disgusting reality and what was a blissful lie.