i don't really remember why i wanted to write in my diary today.
which makes sense, that's like my trademark.
i suppose the whole point of a diary is to just write whatever. it doesn't always have to be sad and depressing, does it.
maybe i can say one little thought in my mind. as a treat.
there is a lot of violence whirling around in my head. murderous things. stuff that would be the deepest darkest parts of a person's id.
the superego usually prevents those thoughts from manifesting in a physical state. obviously. if it doesn't, you would see a lot of the people you know on the news being incarcerated for murder.