Well, it seems that Diary-X is well and truly gone, taking with it all of our unsaved writing. I tried searching for some of my old stuff on the Internet Archive's Wayback Machine, but came up empty. Dust to dust, etc. appropriate for the day, I guess.
I was able to uncover journal entries by someone else on another site along with a particular long-gone nickname that has me sitting here wondering if I knew how happy I was back then, or how happy I should've been if I wasn't, or wondering why the me of today couldn't tell the me of then that things were good, enjoy 'em. Or should I instead be wishing for the me of tomorrow to tell the me of today that things will get better again? Or worse: the me of tomorrow calling to tell the me of today that this is as good as it gets.