dag nab it
arrgh.
an online journal is truly a cursed thing.
a journal is a place to spill thoughts and feelings like blood and water without fear of who will be stained.
whose idea was it to put that sort of thing in a globally accessible location and encourage people to read it?
i know, i know, i'm talking about it on it.
i have to go on about this because it's on my mind. i just spilled some emotions into this little white box, and then realized what the effect would be on one person who would read it.
this is the replacement, because i have to write something, dang it.
i hate writing such short entries.