I have not made a journal. but I guess this is a good place to start.

I found out life is like a rose. Though it may have thorns and its very painful if you get pricked, it aso has it's flower's bloom where its small it sweet and divine, its peddles are like parts of a shaven heart to form such beauty.
I slightly open my red eyes, that of which is red like the rose and shines like ruby as I look down upon such a tender fragile thing. And as I close my eyes I take a sniff of it. Oh how the smell reminds me of home and everything with it.
Some sad, some joyful.