I randomly just read a few of my entries from earier this year.

Despite the current state of things, it's quite clear that I was far lonelier back then than I'd realised and, apprently, it drove me so insane that I didn't even notice how fucked up I was.

I'm tempted to delete some of that crap, but I have this nagging feeling that would be the one single way I could actually violate the "integrity" of this journal. Or maybe I've seen Biloxi Blues too many times, I don't know.

Well, I guess I can take comfort in the fact that I've ultimately discovered my own form of aberrant virtue. It's probably saved my ass from something horrible.