Just testing out this new feature I stumbled across on my second fun-filled day as a Deviant.
Mm... it's kinda odd, though. Here I sit --at three thirty in the morning with a half-eaten pint of Cherry Garcia-- typing in a journal that I'm sure no one else will ever read, after having just come to the conclusion that absolutely nothing in my life is going to way I had planned it. Not a single damn thing. Not even the ice cream is the flavor I had wanted. The store was out of Rocky Road, the heathens.
Back on topic: now, this kinda realization would probably distress me at any other time, but... here in the most private hour of the night,