...I'm about to do this. After having--quite some time ago--made the decision to purge my journal of emo-tastic entries from the past, I feel like I'm about to add a brand new one into the mix. My identity is eluding me at the present, and I don't really know what to do about it. The inescapable circumstances which I fear have caused it to flee into hiding are leading to extreme insecurity, but I suppose it's safer lost than being stomped out of existence. But does that still hold true if I fail to ever recover it?