I have so much to say, so much despair, and so much to work on, but this is one of those times I really don't have it in me to make it as succint and clear as possible. It would probably come out all wrong or misunderstood. I shall talk about it when it makes sense, for now it doesn't, nothing ever really does in my life.

I know my diary would be here for me when I am ready to talk.