I am not Daniel Ratcliffe, or however his name is.

No, I am not Daniel Ratcliffe, I have never been him and I shall never be him, that insurmountable fact of reality has caused me no amount of strife or any tribulation. Just thought you should know, whoever you may be in this journal post. Anyway, I have decided to continue writing but I haven't written anything new recently, I have plenty of things that I have not posted due to various reasons (mainly my desire to make them as amazing as possible is the main reason but I have other hang ups....so.........) along with those things, another amazing thing has happened, I'm posting a new journal, and this one actually exceeds one hundred words! I know, it's like I'm a different person who hijacked this deviant account and is just randomly typing things without any real rhyme or reason and therefore taking up data with the words being created, then the actual Deviant will be like "Did I write this? I don't think so....whatever....." and then they'll log off. That isn't happening in this current time, I just thought it would be somewhat ironic if it happened after this and I need to get used to this keyboard. Recently I've been feeling like I type like a bull at the computer, with with massive hooves that stamp on the keyboard without making any coherent form of logic and whose works of prose are nothing more than a colossal mass of letters arranged in a meaningless array that creates nothing but the occupation of space that could be used for something that adds to the general goodness and light of humanity (and I use that term loosely because they're might be some non-human being reading this and I'd hate to hurt some being's feelings). That and the fact that my words may be nothing more than corrosive acid that continuously eats away at the foundation of literature until its own weight causes it to collapse and spread countless pages of paper, all stained a snowy white from said corrosive acid as well. Basically this post is signifying that I am alive someone, had access to a computer, and that I could write out some of my worries in a lighthearted manner and also gain some practice into writing, therefore acting as a dampener for said worries. Oh, if you read all of this, I sincerely thank you. There's that and, Deviant Green? All right!