So, here I am starting a blog. I know there's loads out there, and, quite frankly, that's not an issue to be honest. I'm not writing this for anyone other than myself. Selfish right? Nah, this is just one of those things. I used to keep a diary in my Yoof, but, my wrist isn't as strong as it used to be, and paper just isn't that environmentally friendly. Not that that's a reason either, but it's something people say I think. No, this is for me, and, whoever else stumbles across it and starts reading it, and whether or not they relate to it, or hate it, or whatever. This is who it's for. And now the why... So why am I writing it? Cathartic. It's like a way to purge. Sometimes, writing things down can be a help when you're self analyzing, we all do it, let's not get off the wrong foot and pretend we don't. Unless you don't know that you do. But you do. Even if you say you don't. I don't believe you, and that makes absolutely...