two years of writing to myself and letting others scrutinize me...
every move and sentiments made known...
some were foolish... appalling even to yours truly...
some were rational... hoping to inspire.

lacuna turns two today...
and 172 posts later...
the reason for her existence remains the same...
no masquerades, no mendacity...
she becomes the journal i turn to while i stoically face the harsh reality of life...