Guess it kinda figures my first journal would be kind of depressing, eh? It's a funny thing...how just a few minutes and the look on a few people's faces can nearly destroy one's passion for things.

Eh, I don't know what to say. I'm going to a furmeet tomorrow, time with the boyfriend tomorrow, both of which I'm eagerly awaiting and slightly dreading. Everything just seems...different. Simpler. Bit less bright.

Heh, I feel a bit like a fool writing this, but...I just want to scream it out, and so I suppose I'll let it out here, where I can at least delete the journal if I want. Anyway, going to cut this ramble short...should try and get some sleep, before I keel over.