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Yet another journal. I really am a diary whore. Not only do I have about 8 normal hand written journals, I've got about four online ones. How often do I post? Not rarely. You'll notice, dear reader, that I post when I'm extremely depressed, extremely happy, or extremely bored. Since I'm usually one of these three things, I'll post fairly frequently.

For now (while I am horrifically depressed), I'm mostly just setting up the journal. Listening to some Loreena McKennitt and trying to unwind. Tomorrow/today is St. Patrick's Day, so I'm going to use my Irish heritage and the holday to get really really drunk. Of course, I'm mostly drinking because I want to be drunk to forget about my problems for a very brief time. No worries, audience, I'm not an alcoholic or even close. I'll also probably not be terribly depressed by morning. My problem is merely that I'm in several romantic tangles at the moment, and one is causing me a particular amount of distress because I didn't catch myself in time to prevent becoming highly attached to this person. I let my defense down for a moment and got pulled into a situation fraught with drama and (on my part, at least) sadness.


I suppose this is as good a place as any for introductions. . though I'm not usually this long-winded in posts. I am a 20 year old female Cancer/Tiger from Michigan. I like anime, drawing, manga, horseback riding, reading, music, science, religion, philosophy, video games, board games, mind games (from an observational stand-point, not a purpatratory one), psychology, animals and just about everything. I don't like people. Yes, that's right, I probably don't like you, reader, unless you've proven yourself to be smarter than average and not a ninny. I have a very strong dislike of the average person, because the average person is stupid among other less desirable traits that all, in essence, stem from being stupid.

I am, however, open minded and willing to give anyone a chance.

I have also run out of interest in writing, due to tiredness and general melancholy. I will end this by saying goodnight, dear read, and may your sleep and dreams be untroubled and filled with visions of life, love, and happiness. Yes, I am a sentimental misanthropist, and an enigma, wrapped up in a contradiction, wrapped up in flesh sack.

Adieu, dear read, adieu.