Everything you have read in this journal was written by a person applying spackle over giant holes in his life. Attempts to fill the voids behind the spackle with food, with online games, with whatever eventually left me an increasingly bitter and broken person. I have changed my life for the better and am fixing myself now, and it's actually wonderful to experience, but I'm not going to share that here. One reason is that I don't really want to live my life in public where those who would see me hurt can get information to twist into lies. Another is that a large chunk of what made my life horrible before came from some people here, and I have mostly ill memories of this place.