A Journal about my Journal

What?
Journals?!
on the internet?!
Aren't the purpose of journals to be private?
Isn't the internet basically the exact opposite of private?

I have a journal. His name is Dr. Isaac Anadiotis. He's not really a doctor, but fuck that, he's inanimate! I've had him for a month, and he's already on his last few pages. I can't decide if that's because I talk too much, or I just have obscenely bad handwriting. I think it'd have to be a mixture of both.

I read through him a few days ago, and I come across as pretty fucking creepy. I guess that's mainly because I tell him the things I wouldn't go around telling other people. I do a lot of that random let-my-mind-wonder-and-write-whatever-I-happen-to-be-thinking thing too. Which really doesn't help to make me seem like less of a fucking freak. I've also noticed I don't really talk about my friends or my daily life or my secrets or any of that kind of stuff. There are a few topics I tend to talk about a lot. Like, not extremely in depth everyday (though there is one or two like that), but I'll mention it practically everyday for at least a few lines.

XD I also have the habit of writing something extremely fucked up and going "This is me thinking I'm completely normal" underneath.

I haven't talked to him for a few days, which is weird for me 'cause it usually pisses me off when a day is randomly missing. I have a shit load of things to tell him and knowing me, I'll forget all of them by the time I actually get around to writing.

God, I bet if Isaac were a real person and we were really friends, he'd fucking hate me.
Or love me.
Or become an alcoholic and drink away all his memories of me.