Why blog?

I used to think that blogs were there for teenagers and the like to communicate, almost like a histrionic "Dear Diary". But, on seeing how therapeutic my friend finds it, I've begun to think maybe writing stuff down on here could help me.

Loneliness is a bitter pill to swallow. I spend so much of my time lonely, and even when my other half is there I can feel lonely. There is a part of me that no one can reach, a part which I am both fiercely protective of and terrified of. Most people would call it the anorexic part of me, but that implies that it is wrong; how can something that gives you so much comfort and solace be so bad?

All I know is that right now I feel more unhappy than I ever have before, and all I have left are words. So here they are.