There are some things too personal and serious for me to put in this. I enjoy blogging, but this isn't my journal. It's not where I angst. It seems strange to me that it's usually around this time of the year that I need somewhere to angst in. A cycle of some description. Summer when I made my first journal site. Summer when I created eXx. Summer now, and I need a place to put my thoughts in writing.

I don't know why, because it never helped.

So stuff it. They can just stay in my skull, and not be transmitted into the ether where they can be discovered by those with no need to know about them. And I can wish I had a friend with whom I could share them. Wishing for the impossible is something even I do occasionally.