happy 6 months. ironic how my last entry was two years, i seem to come here every anniversary.
wait, happy?
again, this anniversary is unlike no other, it was full of doubt and dissapointment.
this journal entry, seemingly, is my only outlet for vent, although pen and paper serves me well, it has a tendancy to be read by the wrong people, here i can post anonymously.
so what would i want to post anonymously?
what everyone wants, for their life story to be heard, all their strives and struggles appreciated. it doesnt matter whos listening, as long as you know someone somewhere is.
hah. anon-ymously. its funny how the world is so small. i