I wonder why I continue to write this despite knowing that absolutely no one is reading this. I can't even do that thing where I convince myself that something is true even when I'm certain it's not, because the view count is right there. 26 views. Twenty-six. Still, like the rest of this fucked up, trans-fat engulfing nation, I am determined to be a blogging star. I want to be read and cared about, and well, loved. But I suppose that will take a little bit of time. Or a lot.