What is the point of this post. What is it. What.

I have made a beauty of my page. It's so professional I could burst into tears right here. The only thing I have not figured out is how to change the time zone, because right now I probably update as if I were in Alaska. Still, the lovely colors and designs and fonts and all are balm to my soul. Anyway, why am I here? I wrote a novel about my personal problems last night early this morning, and a second edition would be welcome to no one. I hope I haven't grown addicted to writing about myself. That wouldn't be very desirable. Perhaps I should quit while I am ahead. I have cats to look at, after all, and capitalist literature to read. And, um, college apps to do. So, though it makes me feel like a stoic, kingly, taciturn hero, akin to Aragorn (or worse, Heathcliff), I shall bid you an abrupt adieu.