- Hi dude.
- Hey.
- So, what's up?
- Nothing, really. Just, you know, waiting for an entry.
- Oh, yeah, about that stuff...
- Lot's on your mind, huh?
- Yeah, something like that.
- That's cool.
- Really?
- ...no.
- Aw, shit.
- So, what is on your mind?
- Well, did I tell you I went to Scotland?
- Nope. Not a word.
- Oh, whatever. It was awesome, just in case you'd like to know!
- So, what's so awesome about that piece of peat?
- Oh, it's the most beautiful place in the world, that's what's so awesome about it!
- Do tell me more. I am so very interested.
- Sure! Okay, to begin with, we passed through Glencoe, and OH MY GOD! It was so beautiful! Like, as if the mountain itself had come to life and reached for the sky. I fell in love with that place!
- You fell in love with some pieces of rock?
- Well, there was waterfalls as well. And valleys. Really, really cool valleys!
- Oh, that makes it all right, huh?
- Yup. And there's more to it! I mean, everything about the country is great! Amazing nature, good whiskey, cool culture, sweet architecture...
- Hot babes?
- You bet! Scotish women are beautiful!
- Nice. *Yawn*
- Hell yeah! And cheap beer.
- Whoa, hold on! Cheap beer? How cheap!?
- About half price compared to sweden!
- Hot damn! I love that place!
- And whiskey was, uh, I dunno, like a LOT cheaper than here.
- *Drools*
- Traffic is a killer, though. They drive like crazy, them Scotsmen. Like crazy...
- So, how long did you stay?
- Nine days.
- What the phuk!? You haven't updated me in 2 months, because you've been away for a week?
- Well, nine days, reallt, but yeah, that's kinda the situation.
- You don't love me.
- Nope.
- Asshole.
- Dito.
- Yeah, that's very mature.
- Not really, but hey, you're not even three months old. Don't give me any of that shit.
- Good point.
- Yeah. And I do have other things going on. Like school, and a larp-chat.
- Oh, that is some nice stuff.
- Yeah. But it takes some time.
- School or chatting?
- Both.
- Nerd.
- Sure. But a proud one.
- Amen, brother. But anyway, what's that shit with school you're talking about?
- Creative writing A. I'll be doing that for a year, and then I'm just unemployed again.
- Good. You could spend some of that writing on me.
- No.
- Why?
- Well, it's called "creative" writing. You're just a tiny pain in the big ass of internet.
- Gee, thanks for that one, you bastard.
- You're most welcome. You see, I'm not very fond of you. Not very fond at all. But I can bare with you. And you know why? Well, I'll tell you why! I've got a bottle of rum right here beside me, and that stuff helps me bare with lots of things. Like you.
- *Silence*
- What, that's all you got for your defense?
- *Sob*
- ...whoa, hey, let's not get all emotional here. You started it, right?
- *Starts crying*
- Hey, look, I didn't want to hurt you, all right? I mean, I didn't exactly mean all of that.
- ...really?
- Yeah, really. I kinda, you know, like you.
- You like me? *Wipes a tear*
- Um, well, yeah. Sure. Like a buddy, you know?
- You do? I don't get to hear that very often, you know, being a journal and all...
- Yeah, social life got to suck for ya.
- Sure, just remind me about it. Rub it in, "buddy"... *Tears welling up*
- Oh, no, not like that! I didn't mean it like that! I just meant, you know, that you should get out more. Meet some journals and make a few friends.
- ...yeah?
- Yeah.
- But, don't you think you forgot something along the way there?
- No, what would that be?
- I'm a fucking journal! Journals don't make friends! We sit here, in the dark pits of cybernet, and get read! Exploited! Raped, if you will, day in and day out! All beacuse of people like you, Einstein!
- ...dude, sorry. I've never thought of it like that. I'm nog a journal, you know,
- No shit, Sherlock?
- Hey, don't get all sarcastic about it. That just ain't cool.
- As if I care! Oh, and another thing; I do not take relationship advices from a guy who lived 20 years without ever getting a girlfriend.
- Dude, SO below the belt!
- Suck it up, bitch.
- Okey, that's it. I'm not gonna write in you again! Ever!
- Oh, see if I care, cry-baby.
- Yeah? Yeah, we'll see!
- Oh, we will see.
- Yeah, we sure will. See, that is.
- Yeah? See this? *Gives the finger*
- Yeah, I see it, and now I'm leaving! See you in hell!
- Yeah, as if you would ever leave me.
- *Leaves*
- You need me! You hear that? No one will ever know you as I do! You need me, you bastard!
- *Silence*
- You'll be back! I know you will! They always come back. They need me. All of them...

. . .

- *Sob* I'm so lonely...