||[Feb. 9th, 2009|11:13 pm]
Contrary to what one might believe after looking at the dates of the posts here that precede this one, I have found myself several times over the last year here at the keyboard, wanting to type something. Trying to write an entry. But nothing happens.
I read through the entries present on the first page, and I have to say, I'm surprised at much of what I've written. I'm surprised at some of the things I've said, the state of mind that I must have been in when typing them. Anxious, depressed, lonely, bored, whatever. In some entries, it's the words that were left unwritten that say the most to me. And in some others, it's as though they've been written by someone else entirely.
But I don't think that's necessarily a bad thing. It was a reminder that things have certainly been worse. And an assurance that I really have it pretty damn good right now, all things considered.
On the other hand, what is an anonymous online journal for but to complain?