dear journal,

today was quite nice, i met a boy with colorful hair, his name was Michael

he doesn't talk too much so he wrote to me 'i'm a selective mute'. I asked him why was he here, he said it was because he started being a bit problematic

i didn't force him to tell me the whole story, but i noticed he is really skinny

the boy is doing it again, and i'm catching a few lines of the song

there was a time when i was alone

nowhere to go and no place to call home

love,

ash