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Fuck I was happy today.
In other news: until there's a reason to write in it again (maybe travel), i'm calling an end to this journal. i'm running out of inspiration to write in it. And every time I do there's a glaring disparity between the thoughts I have in my head and how they fall across the screen. i feel scrutinised and have stopped writing what i want. I don't particularly like who i am on here and can find less and less in common with him/it. the novelty of visibility has faded somewhat. So fuck it. my thoughts are now officially my own :D.
woo. liberating. it's been fun kids.
In other news: until there's a reason to write in it again (maybe travel), i'm calling an end to this journal. i'm running out of inspiration to write in it. And every time I do there's a glaring disparity between the thoughts I have in my head and how they fall across the screen. i feel scrutinised and have stopped writing what i want. I don't particularly like who i am on here and can find less and less in common with him/it. the novelty of visibility has faded somewhat. So fuck it. my thoughts are now officially my own :D.
woo. liberating. it's been fun kids.