I used to think that Livejournal was far too public a forum to really reveal any true sentiments. However, now that this far corner of the internet lies in dust and cobwebs, left to rot and ruin for the flash and spectical of myspace, I actually feel like I could say something if I wanted too. All my "friends" here have abandoned ship, except for the ever faithful Amaree. She never talks to me. Where is my confidant? Who knows my secrets? If I always need fresh ears to confide in and new souls to strip, how can I ever be satisfied? A vampire on my coffin floor with hypnotic eyes and plague beneath my finger tips. "Tell me what you're thinking," she says. I say.