well hello there...
Hi, Livejournal. It's me, Ben.
Sorry I've been ignoring you for so long, but at some point I decided I didn't need to pour my thoughts out over the internet where everybody/nobody could read them. But then I spent a good hour or so re-reading some of my old posts, and I realized that I was doing myself a disservice by not writing here anymore. I know, I could switch to a REAL journal, but I hate writing by hand, and after awhile, my penmanship goes to shit.
So anyway, hi. It's been awhile. So much has happened. I've been to Europe and back and then back to Europe and then back again. I moved to New York. I've loved, then lost, then kinda made up, then lost quite possibly forever. That hurt. That still hurts. I've discovered some pretty amazing things about myself and have also unearthed some shitty ugliness. Every day, I hope to be a better person than I was the day before, but sometimes things happen and I forget to keep it up.
Yes, I realize this post is vague. And if I find myself reading it in three years, I may not be able to remember what on earth I'm talking about. Such is life, I suppose. It seems so heavy while you're living it, but then a few years later does anything really matter?
On that note, I'm going to bed. Thanks for reading. Feel free to comment if you actually still read this.
Sorry I've been ignoring you for so long, but at some point I decided I didn't need to pour my thoughts out over the internet where everybody/nobody could read them. But then I spent a good hour or so re-reading some of my old posts, and I realized that I was doing myself a disservice by not writing here anymore. I know, I could switch to a REAL journal, but I hate writing by hand, and after awhile, my penmanship goes to shit.
So anyway, hi. It's been awhile. So much has happened. I've been to Europe and back and then back to Europe and then back again. I moved to New York. I've loved, then lost, then kinda made up, then lost quite possibly forever. That hurt. That still hurts. I've discovered some pretty amazing things about myself and have also unearthed some shitty ugliness. Every day, I hope to be a better person than I was the day before, but sometimes things happen and I forget to keep it up.
Yes, I realize this post is vague. And if I find myself reading it in three years, I may not be able to remember what on earth I'm talking about. Such is life, I suppose. It seems so heavy while you're living it, but then a few years later does anything really matter?
On that note, I'm going to bed. Thanks for reading. Feel free to comment if you actually still read this.