when a notebook just doesn't cut it...

The past few years of my life — an emotional whirlwind to say the least — has been documented in journals: A brown notebook, referenced in the subject line, that I never let anyone even touch; an account on Twitter, which really is less of a journal and more of a dump for my crude, unpolished thoughts.

I still journal by hand on that notebook, but I'm not as consistent as I'd like to be. I have no idea how it has improved my writing if at all, seeing as much of my entries are comprised of thought-vomits with little regard for eloquence and the like.  As for that twitter account, well, I've been using it less and less as time goes by. Pretty much none of the friends I made there are still active (bar E, also the only one who regularly engages with the nonsense I post: shout-out!), and I haven't really had any interest to reach out to new people on there. The fact that bots have invaded my followers list should be a testament to that site's sordid state.

So my self-expression has just been me screaming into the void. I honestly don't mind it though. As long as I actually do get to scream, as long as I get to have my cozy corner of the internet... really, just the fact that I have that outlet is enough for me.

Of course, engagement would always be welcomed. And I'd love to meet new like-minded people and read about what's going on in their lives. So I decided to hop on here, to open that option up. I'll try to put some semblance of effort to what I write on here, knowing that there's the possibility of an audience no matter how small. So helloooo. :)