Oh, God, I know how much of what I write in here is difficult, dealing with negative emotions, or thoughts resulting from moments of sadness, but in all honesty, this page functions as a diary for me. One at times just needs to dispense of thoughts – and for me, it’s at times here.
Back in ’97, around the springtime, my family had just moved from Maryland to Georgia, following a job transfer from department to department for my dad in his career. Transplanting from one school and community was of course difficult at 16, and after that my real connection with friends and any leisure activities was really on the internet.
In one way you might say that from…
