Restarting
This is a bit of a return for me. You see, I had an account for maybe six or seven years. It contained a lot of my teenage, high school angst. I had that LiveJournal account five or six years ago. After my divorce, I deleted the account and let LJ purge it from the system. I had MySpace, then Facebook, then Tumblr, so why did I need to keep my LiveJournal?
I'm slowly realizing that, after all these years, I still need a place to vent, still need a place to hide, a place to be a little more anonymous. MySpace is dead. Facebook clearly isn't the place to delve into your inner madness. Tumblr is for porn. (Well, mine is anyway.) So that brings me full circle back to LiveJournal.
So why now? Why not reawaken the diary fiend last year or the year before? To be fair, I tried. I created a second, non-porn Tumblr and thought that I could decompress that way. Maybe it was the format. Maybe it was the people I was following. Maybe it was a lot of things. But I could never get the ball rolling. It was too easy to just reblog some inspirational picture to my wall. Why create my own content when all I have to do is tap a little arrow and pretend that what I just did mattered?
That's the gist of my life, though. Phoning it in. Going through the motions, pretending that I'm giving it my all. Pretending that this was my intentional after all.
I've got some issues that nobody can see
And all of these emotions are pouring out of me
I bring them to the light for you
It's only right
This is the soundtrack to my life, the soundtrack to my life
I'm slowly realizing that, after all these years, I still need a place to vent, still need a place to hide, a place to be a little more anonymous. MySpace is dead. Facebook clearly isn't the place to delve into your inner madness. Tumblr is for porn. (Well, mine is anyway.) So that brings me full circle back to LiveJournal.
So why now? Why not reawaken the diary fiend last year or the year before? To be fair, I tried. I created a second, non-porn Tumblr and thought that I could decompress that way. Maybe it was the format. Maybe it was the people I was following. Maybe it was a lot of things. But I could never get the ball rolling. It was too easy to just reblog some inspirational picture to my wall. Why create my own content when all I have to do is tap a little arrow and pretend that what I just did mattered?
That's the gist of my life, though. Phoning it in. Going through the motions, pretending that I'm giving it my all. Pretending that this was my intentional after all.
I've got some issues that nobody can see
And all of these emotions are pouring out of me
I bring them to the light for you
It's only right
This is the soundtrack to my life, the soundtrack to my life