And so it begins

First of all, I'll tell everyone right off the bat, I'm not that great of a writer. It's very hard for me to get my feelings out on paper...erm... how would you put that? Out on the hard drive? Monitor maybe? All well, that's not important. You know what I mean.

I'm just a regular gal working a regular job, and living a regular life. I'm not special, I'm no smarter then the next person, I'm no prettier then your average woman, heck I really have nothing special about me at all. I'm just who I am plain and simple.

I do suffer from depression which what working American adult doesn't anymore? All you have to do is look at your paycheck and that depression just sinks deep into the pit of your stomach. Turn on the TV, and the media is right there pressing issues down your throat and attempting to scare you into defeat. Yeah but something is messed up in my head causing most days to be "woe is me" days according to the doctors, but sometimes I really wonder if they aren't over reacting and I'm just normal.

What pushed me to start this "diary" was an argument with my boyfriend of 9 years. I don't have any friends. I've always been a loner in life, very anti-social, so I needed a place to just write what's going on in my head. It's doubtful that anyone will ever take the time to read this diary, but maybe one day someone will. Maybe they are feeling alone like myself and this blog just will give them a little boost that they need to get through life.

So yeah now that I'm rambling, I guess I should post this. Anonymous posting will me enabled because sometimes, you need to speak out but not be found and that's why I'm writing this out. While I need to say what needs to be said, I don't need the few people in my life finding out what goes on in my head. It's scary enough just me knowing what goes on in there. I don't need people I know in there as well.