Exerpt from a failed attempt at keeping a Journal

Tuesday July 26, 2005

"Words don’t flow from me as easily as I once had done in High School and College.  I don’t get as much time to write too often these days.  I guess I could do more journaling but in the end all that day-to-day entry starts to sound like a soap opera.  Even though I’ve written it and know the intention, it comes off as whining most of the time.  We all need an outlet to vent I guess.  The one thing I think about is leaving the journal some place and having loved ones open it up and read it after I’m dead.  Oh how dreary that would be.  I’d come off as some whiny wimp.  I can see the words now on my head stone.  Here lies the Whiny Wimp.  Never spoke up but apparently he complained about everything and everyone in his life.  Rest in Peace, Chump!"