Turn the page.
Perhaps starting a new journal will be helpful. That's doubtful, but at least my audience will be different. And perhaps that will mean no audience at all. I'm tired of professing all my shame to my high school friends. I can't exactly feel open in a journal my boyfriend's little sister is reading, can I? Not like that has stopped me too much before. More likely, this is an excuse to reach out to new people. By new I don't necessarily mean strangers, just people who haven't read something like this of mine before. I'm babbling. Not really my fault. It's 8 AM and I haven't gone to bed. Not going to, either. It will be a fun day. Perhaps I'll write something meaningful later. Or perhaps... not.