I'd settle for a cup of coffee but you know what I need.

Tunes in my head: I Don't Sleep, I Dream by R.E.M.
Atmosphere: Uh?

I don't know right now. I'm just kinda existing. Let's find something to say, Liam, before you crack and disintegrate again.

I can't even rhyme.
So begin the begin.

I don't know why, but sometimes the words just can't come.

Should we feel the need to privatise these journals? Some do, and I don't understand. Maybe they're concerned about people being offended.

But doesn't that destroy the whole point of doing this? As far as I see it, these "blogs" are, from my perspective, a personal writing space, my own little corner of the internet. If someone gets offended by what I write, should I care? Of course not.

Do I? To some extent, yes.

Then again, I refuse to privatise this, so I cannot offend, I guess.

If only I could be a camera. If only someone could take a perfect snap of what's going on in my head and put it on here without my knowledge or bias. It would make things easier.

More difficult, but easier.

My own bias hurts sometimes. Holding back for the sole reason of trying not to offend, even when I need to get it out. Not want, need.

And do I care who reads this? Sure, I do. But I can't control it at this rate, so I guess I'm dead in the water about complaining.

Yes, I have no idea what this is about either.