Oh god.

Oh my god.

Why was I allowed anywhere near a computer when I was little. I get it, I do; everyone and their mother gets on the computer from the time they can say something sounding like “cookie”, but that doesn't mean it's a good idea. I can't look at that first entry without wanting to delete any online presence I have. Especially since I've decided to continue with this journal.

Blog?

I don't know what I'd call it.

But anyone that decides to click on this will be able to read that if they want.

Please don't want to.

Anyway. It's a new year, and an attempt at a new me. I want a way to express myself in a way that I feel comfortable. And since I really hate writing on paper, I figured I'll write online. Whether anyone reads this or not, it'll be here for me, and that$#39s what matters. So we will see how this goes.