And after all this time, am I really still doing the whole passive-aggressive blogging thing? It's literally been ten years ... What a terrifying thought. But writing (or blogging or venting or whining to the only entity I can) feels good and necessary. I feel lonely and isolated. Sometimes I feel independent and strong. But mostly I just want to tell someone about my weird dreams in the morning. The internet's good, but I dunno if it's that good.