I've never really liked keeping a journal - I never could keep up a consistant pattern of writing. Plus, I always thought it was silly. Who am I writing to, anyways? Seemed all kind of pointless to me... I guess, until now. Now there seems to be a point to it. Or at least a reason. That reason? I've become so incredibly, deeply, crushingly lonely and without some sort of outlet that I feel like I'm a split second away from imploding and disintegrating into dust. I'm at a point where I don't feel... read more
