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I've got a lot of pent up emotion. I want to write an entry about it. Believe it or not, this is my outlet. I don't write poetry. I don't write songs. I don't keep a tangible journal. I don't keep a little black book in my back pocket. If I don't keep a record of things here, they fly out of my mouth and into other people's heads, or they leak out of my ears and get sucked into the atmosphere, only to find another troubled soul, I'm sure. For a few days, I've thought to myself that I should be able to write a raw, vulnerable entry here and have no one say anything snarky, hurtful, immature or rude about it, but I think I've changed my mind. Whether or not it's silly that my outlet is a ridiculous internet clique on the inside of my monitor, it's true.