to write or not to write, that is the question

fucking fuck. i just wrote a post and then clicked on a link in an e-mail and when i came back my fucking post was gone. fuck fuck fucking roommate and her dumb pictures. fuck

i guess it doesn't matter if i lost the post. what does it mean or matter, anyways? it would have been nice to have been able to look back on what i wrote...but it was good to get it out. does it's physical presence -- history of its existence, of my words, my thoughts -- make it somehow different, something more, more real, more therapeutic? it was falling on imaginary ears anyways...not meant for anyone. symbollically, yes. but really, no. oh well.

tired. sleep. forget. dream.