Reading through archives, trying to find a post I remember writing. I found it here. I could write this same post today, almost the same words, almost the same wordless frustration and helpless trapped feelings. Two years later. It's May. I always get depressed in May. It's kind of nice to have this journal to look back on, because I can easily browse through the archives and prove such theories. I've kept journals in the past, but nothing so stable as this one, nor as easily searchable.