Dear Account Chronicle I'm a writer.
I have accepted the awesomeness of the phrase account chronicle, therefore your old name shan't even be mentioned. It has been in contemplation, your name,ever since there has been a re-evaluation of my purpose in this relationship we share. That being said, I have decided to start afresh, to restart, to end here, but to see you next year. To commence, shall I rip your pages out? See you next year January Account Chronicle.
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I was about to end there but I thought I should let you in on the joke. I spent the rest of March thinking "how do you prank a book?" It's April now diary, and I'm back on schedule; it's April FIRST. April Fool's diary, how are you? As said before, I had been thinking what the best way to prank you, a book, would be. There was:
•Pretend to rip pages out.
•Write nonsense and treat it as the opposite.
•Pretend to write nothing.
During all that thinking I thought how great it was to pretend. It's great to for a while leave the realm of reality: have it not control my sight for a while. Imagination is an amazing thing and it's looked upon with such disdain. I understand that even once in a while there is a need to be realistic, but what does reality have to offer? Reality sees me talking to a book trying to play with it, while my imagination sees me watching my words play out pictures in my head, and you dear diary, as the facilitator. And I can't thank you enough diary. April Fool's reminded me of how imagination can spark ideas of blithe; one can fool themselves into thinking what's there is not and vice versa and while that's not necessarily recommended for over dosage, it's a good pill to deal with reality. So while it's odd to think that you'll get my joke and we'll be merry when you aren't real, it's entertaining trying to prank a book.
April 1,XXXX
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