It's been awhile.
Something always seems to bring me back to Live Journal to talk about something, dating back to
April Fools 2002 (no jokes in post #1). I was living in an apartment, by myself. Another love triangle. Another angry day. Still working on the anger thing.
Since then I've posted 748, less than most people who started when I did, but I'm just happy to know I have some place to go when I need it. Sure it's public, but it's something.
It's funny, that I speak about venting on here, when most of my venting lately has been verbal and out of control. But overall I'm ok, dealing with things and just getting by. Setting aside the inevitable, I'm just happy to be breathing at 25. We all should be so thankful.