Dammit. I want to write, but I don't know how to put it into words. If I were writing in my black book, I'd just take a purple marker and scribble frantically, just to try to convey how I feel. AARGH. Sometimes I think (no, wait, I *know*) that life was so much simpler before I started all this growing and changing crap. But I guess the trade-off is that now life has the potential to be much more interesting and enjoyable, once the universe decides to give me a little break in the growth and character-building department. Again, AARGH. Maybe I'll be able to write later.