A year with no posts means a year with no news? If only... It's been a year of strife turmoil, and lethargy. Of seeking, not finding, and wondering, not knowing. I've sought employment and found none. Looked for love, again found none. I searched for outlets and was left bottled up. So I return here once more to vent, to let the pressure release itself somewhat.

And yet, now that I'm here I find nothing to say. All the emotions I want to rid myself of have settled at the bottom of my soul lost to the depths not to be seen. I know I want to say something, but nothing seems appropriate. Everything I try to type seems meaningless and trite; as if it has all been said and done, as though I would just be going through the motions...