The point of blogging and other things.

Why here and not a Livejournal-like service where you can make things private?

No one who reads this knows who I am unless I choose. So writing such things publically doesn’t do me any harm.

The point of writing it at all? To get the stuff inside out, mostly. And in a small way, to immortalize myself, to somehow make myself significant in some way. Here are my thoughts. I have shared them. I have contributed something to the world.

Or something like that.

I will be twenty-five in 29 days from today.

All I can do is try to keep myself together. And I mean me, myself and I. Lin and Fihelin and Fihel. Me. Together.

It’s hard.

I don’t think this is seasonal anything, because this pressure started sometime back in summer. And summer is supposed to be a happy season, and if it started there and continues to winter, it’s not seasonal.

It’s a little bit frightening.

Lone wolves don’t live very long. Humans don’t either. Sharing is an integral part of being a wolf. Also of being a human.

I think that’s why Lin and I aren’t quite enough. There’s two, but not quite two, and a need for more. And when there is no more, that’s when things are hard.

But…I know we’ll figure it out.