as sad as this is, blogging was once a part of my once-healthy quality of introspection. at some point (circa when i got married), i stopped blogging altogether and nobody cared. i haven't stopped thinking about crap since then, but my thoughts are less organized. i still journal from time to time, but i really have to be in the mood for it, and that's rare. it mostly only happens when i'm very depressed.
anyway, i'm going to start writing again because i miss it. i think five years ago i was honest but too idealistic. if a post didn't end neatly with some encouragement or glass-half-full baloney, it didn't feel right to me. this will no longer be the case.
nobody cares. i'm aware of this.
