I'm not sure if it's good or bad that I have turned to writing as an outlet? Does it help? A little. But I have no one to talk to. No one is allowed to know about my life. But, thats what I don't get. What's there to hide? I haven't had sex is longer than I care to admit. I don't have a boyfriend... or any other half. It's just me really. I have friends and shit like that, but it's just not the same. Where the hell is my life going? I can't really seem to tell. It's all chaos.