"You're seventeen, it's your prerogative to be angsty." Thus spake babysimon last Monday, and I think he's probably right. So when I am angsty, I shall be angsty, and should happiness return, I shall be happy, because this is my *diary* and that's what the damn things are for. And I shall not - well, I probably shall still apologise, but I shouldn't actually *need* to. Because after all, you do all choose to be reading this.
So, er, there. ~g~
I'm not sure who I was trying to convince with that, but there you go.
Oh, and my Friends page suddenly looks even prettier than before. Apparently, I'm braver - no, stupider, probably - than I thought. ~smile~