It deleted my entry. The one that was good. My masterpiece. I didn't look away from it the whole time. I didn't copy it to a backup this time. I am crying over a fucking diary entry. This was the final catalyst. The thing that turned my heart from blue, within it's casing of ice, to black, charred with the burning memory of the ashes of my life, after they have been so suddenly and violently destroyed. The one good thing about livejournal is that they don't delete your entries. I hate livejournal. I hate everything. I'm going to go listen to music. Probably more Shinedown. I really do love them. Sorry there's nothing poetic here today. There was before. But before is gone. And who is to say that it ever existed. Time and space -- do not exist. Enough of my bullshit. Goodnight.