Dear Journal,
I’m starting to question whether or not humans should be allowed in space.
Not that it wouldn’t be fun, but I don’t know if they’re ready for us.
I can’t change what happens though, so I should probably stop worrying about it.
Is that the responsible thing to do?
No, but since when have I done the responsible thing?
Maybe I should just get on with the story.
No I think we should talk a little longer . . . .
C’mon journal, let me go I have a story to tell.
But you don’t talk to me anymore! You’ve seemed so distant lately. Have you been cheating on me?
No, there’s no one else, I swear. It’s only you, and you’re all there ever will be. But can I please get to my story?
Okay, fine, tell your damn story. . . you’re sure there’s not a special calendator or pocket book ou
