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		<title>First!</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve had journals for a very long time, since the age of 14.  Originally, they were handwritten into bound notebooks, my pen guiding my way.  As technology progressed, they became typewritten and saved onto a computer.  These days, with the advent of the internet, and all of free-flowing ways of communication that connect us, they [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve had journals for a very long time, since the age of 14.  Originally, they were handwritten into bound notebooks, my pen guiding my way.  As technology progressed, they became typewritten and saved onto a computer.  These days, with the advent of the internet, and all of free-flowing ways of communication that connect us, they are published online, visible to all.</p>
<p>They&#8217;ve always been a solace to me, a medium where the emotional etchings in my heart could be forged into words on paper.  It was the one place where I could unload the partial weight of my hopes and dreams, my happiness and pain, my joy and sorrow.  A journal wasn&#8217;t a haven for me, but merely an outlet that helped me be sane and functional, allowing me to make sense of what I thought and how I felt.</p>
<p>Sometimes I believe that writing saved my life.</p>
<p>So now I&#8217;ve come full circle, and I&#8217;ve finally started my own site so I can consolidate all the various pieces of text that I&#8217;ve puked up over the years, across so many different websites.  I&#8217;ve been all over the place, from LiveJournal to Xanga, and Blogger to Tabulas, and so many more.</p>
<p>It&#8217;ll take some time to put together and transcribe most of the writing that I have cared to save.  In the end, I hope to have a centralized record of my writing that has marked my passage of time.</p>
<p>I hope that you&#8217;ll come visit me often and peruse through the archives.  Even if you&#8217;re a current/former reader, and come across some old pieces of writing, I&#8217;m sure that there is plenty that you haven&#8217;t read.</p>
<p>To a new chapter of my life.</p>
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