Oct 14, 2004 21:36
I'm not the type of person who is likely to write my innermost thoughts in a journal, especially one that is easily found. I tend to keep to myself and hold everything in as I always did, only pouring out anger to those I loathe. I have my manners, but most of the time, I am only aloof. But I have my ways of expressions. It may not be the most expecting, nor the most pleasant or obvious, but appreciation is there. Somewhere.
Times are hard, and it's getting even harder now that It's beginning. I won't be able to hold everything in this time. And so I create this journal to let everything out. Well, perhaps not everything, but to a point where I won't end up bursting in all my problems. It's bad enough I had to succumb to this silly little thing.
Journal writing seems to have gotten in my way now. Strange how I get distracted in what I loathe most. I shall stop here for now. Good night.
S. Slytherin