0. Introduction
I find myself often frustrated at not having an outlet to express the things I'm feeling. I know I could, and I have, just write a journal. But it feels empty somehow to write things that no eyes but my own will ever see. Maybe that's egocentric; No one's ever accused me of humility except sarcastically, but there it is. At the same time, the things I want to write are raw and personal, and I could never make myself show them to people I know. Part of that is fear that I will hurt, confuse or worry... but a bigger part is because I am terrified that no one will care. So here we are; a weird no-man's-land between the two possibilities, a blog I will never tell anyone about, but which could potentially be found. Some part of me worries about that too, remembering the sneering assholes who found my emo LiveJournal back in the day, but then a larger part remembers all of the blog entries I have made over the years, including many that I've shared elsewhere, and how se...