no one knows why she’s sad tonight.
the whole point of using my livejournal again is to work out whatever shit is going on inside my head. like, if i write or hit record, maybe i’ll be able to get to the root of whatever is bothering me. but i find myself being purposely evasive and borderline cryptic. i don’t know why. i’d like to think that i don’t give a fuck about how others perceive me. and to a large extent, i truly dont. but there’s probably a part of me that does. and maybe that part is the reason i tiptoe around issues. so if that’s the case, these entries will continue to be a waste of time. i need to get my shit together.