Why?

Don't quite know why I've got this. I never did really hold in store with this sort of stuff. Journals and Diaries are places where you can spill your guts out and then people can read it, violate your privacy, and with online journals that can happen even easier. Why write anything personal down? Why do such stupid things? I complain and say it is idiotic, yet here I am, again taking up a journal. Diary entry number one, this is. How bloody minded, as usual... Tune in next time for my putting my heart on the page, metaphorically. This may be in some time, as I probably won't do nything for a while.