yertle the turtle
So, I'm thinking maybe I should just start a new LJ or something...maybe one where I can write like lighthearted crap that more people can read than this heavy depressing thing. Someone :P is wanting me to posts blogs on myspace instead...my only problem with livejournals and myspace blogs is I feel like a lot of times, the less people know about you, the better. I especially learned that living with Christina. People can turn against you and use information against you or give you shit about it...even with the smallest bit of information...eh maybe I'm paranoid and just need to stop caring. I worry too much.
Yesterday I went through and read through all of my old love letters, letters that Meg and Amand and other people wrote to me in class, and letters that Lori had written me...I think she wrote me the most out of anyone and even still tries to communicate with me through e-mail, which means a lot. It really does make you feel good to go back and dwell upon old happy memories...and sometimes even the bad ones to allow you to appreciate what you have now. Back then, those letters, those relationships are what got me through that awkward middle school and even high school phases. They gave me something to hold onto when I felt so alone in everything I liked and in the fact that I never fit in, never went out, never dated anyone...Now I see that none of it really should have ever mattered to me. Back then I tried to have faith that college would be the freedom I always longed for but I feel like I didn't really attain that freedom until this year. Like with everything though I suppose it could be worse. Well, I guess that's all for now...another pointless entry, yay :D
Yesterday I went through and read through all of my old love letters, letters that Meg and Amand and other people wrote to me in class, and letters that Lori had written me...I think she wrote me the most out of anyone and even still tries to communicate with me through e-mail, which means a lot. It really does make you feel good to go back and dwell upon old happy memories...and sometimes even the bad ones to allow you to appreciate what you have now. Back then, those letters, those relationships are what got me through that awkward middle school and even high school phases. They gave me something to hold onto when I felt so alone in everything I liked and in the fact that I never fit in, never went out, never dated anyone...Now I see that none of it really should have ever mattered to me. Back then I tried to have faith that college would be the freedom I always longed for but I feel like I didn't really attain that freedom until this year. Like with everything though I suppose it could be worse. Well, I guess that's all for now...another pointless entry, yay :D