Please don't read this. Spare yourself.

Don't read this. Really. It's awful. I wrote it last night when I was in an absolutely horrible mood. You'll regret it if you read beyond this first bit. Please, don't burden yourself with the memory of this horribly drab and depressing blog.
I must beg your forgiveness again, my dear reader, for my creative drives have not lead me to the keyboard lately. Honestly, a large part of the reason I have not been blogging lately is because I try not to blog unless I have something positive or at least mildly interesting to say. I suppose what I've been thinking about and going through could be interesting to those closest to me, but I don't expect the whole internet wants to hear about my family issues, of which there have been many in the last two months. Mostly I've been surviving beneath the load of school and supporting my family. I have found irony, though. The times when your family needs you the most are often the times when you want to be around people the least. I suppose irony will never cease to pop up in my life. In fact, this is going to sound terrible, cruel irony is one of the few things I've found to laugh at lately. Oh dear, that sounds like I have a truly awful life. I don't, really, I'm quite lucky in many areas, just I've been in the midst of some severe emotional turmoil, to put things lightly. I honestly am hoping that no-one reads this far, because this is an absolutely terrible blog post. I guess I just felt like getting things off my chest, to utilize an awful cliche. Incidentally, did you know that Shakespeare coined many of our disgustingly overused cliches?