Today, This Month, This Year I found you in my trash can when I was about to throw away the trash. You were lying there, a bit dirty but I picked you up and cleaned you so here we are. I'm writing to you while you're just watching me with my pen writing these things on your old papers. Some of your pages are ripped. Maybe someone doesn't want anyone to know about what they wrote in you. I think you need a new master. Well speaking of a new master, I could be one. Is that okay? I have no one to talk to, you have no one to listen to. So I guess we're a match. You're a diary after all. Sincerely, Aricho O. Cowell [Cover done by @anomaliez go check him out!]