avert thine eyes, lest you read my drivel.

I'm going to pass on quoting the Minor Threat song in my head at the moment. (It's not "Straight Edge", in case you're wondering).

I don't believe my life sometimes. But only sometimes. Usually, day in and day out, I'm aware of the overall ridiculousness of the last year and just accept it as being what it is.

I'm a different man than I was even a few months ago. Trying to deconstruct a lifetime's worth of self-imposed fronts and barriers and emotional walls is no easy task, but bit by bit I'm cutting away all the old shit.

I feel like I owe everyone I've ever met an apology, for not showing them who I really was. But then again, I didn't even know that person, so maybe I should apologize to myself first.

It's late. I'm rambling. Most of you probably have no idea what the hell I'm talking about. This is normally paper-journal stuff, but somehow it snuck out and got in here.

I promise to return to my regularly scheduled edutainment later.