Or as a therapist once told me, sometimes just writing what comes to your head is the best relief of tension. There may be no one to listen to you, but the point is that you got it out. In a world where there isn't always someone there, no audience, no one to nod and say "Mhm...", where screaming in public (or sometimes even in private as it may provoke a visit from the local law enforcement) is not an acceptable thing.
This is what this is about. I don't care if anyone reads it, likes it, comments it, applauds it, etc. That's the decision of the masses. Why here? Why the Internet? Maybe I'm looking for sympathy. Maybe there's someone out there that feels the same things I do, and they'll know they're not crazy for what they feel. Maybe I'm just frustrated or too lazy and paranoid to write such things in a notebook that can be picked up by people I know far too well. The Internet does breed security in anonymity. In the end, it doesn't matter. Truthfully, even I hate the blogging trend. But this is for me.
I'll probably add a lot at first as I look to get everything off my chest. Will I update often after that so people may read a funny rant or some such things I have a bone to pick with that day? Probably. We'll see.
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