Yes, again. Ever trite. Pshaw. Shouldn't I have outgrown this by now?

When I have to say something that's been drenched in this much angst, I tend to stick it in a locked diary. It's therapeutic, sometimes, but lately it seems all I've been doing is knocking nonsense from one side of my psyche to the other.

I won't write again till I have something nice to say, promise.

Adieu.

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Addendum: I generally try not to post when I'm in the throes of some particularly violent emotion. But we all know I'm a liar, neh? Mind me not.