i got the shivers in the knee bone
it started out with a series of deliberate attempts to withhold from spilling my guts out to an audience whom i suspected was growing weary of the repetitiveness of my pathos; even in a cyber world of unknown faces i was growing increasingly self-conscious. with enough practice of suppressing it, the itch to write shriveled to a size that could be comfortably ignored. when it reared its head uncooperatively on occasion in the past months, i opted to scribble down fragments of thoughts on random pieces of paper which always ended up getting misplaced. no i did not scatter them into the wind standing at the edge of a cliff; i'm not yet so pretentious.
but keeping a journal really shouldn't be something that warrants any level of internal debate. and the bottom line is- i miss it. i miss it terribly, and i've been doing it here since i was fifteen, and i'm not ready to let go.
so here:
bowling is a much more grueling and taxing sport than previously assumed. snake tastes like chicken, only more chewy. the topic of massage is one i wish to elaborate on later. getting conned by your obgyn is not one of the better experiences in life. just because you feel as if your life is still in transition doesn't mean you shouldn't try your damnedest to fill it with things you know you'll appreciate. sending flowers to your mother on mother's day doesn't guarantee the tearful gratitude you feel it ought to inspire. watching hardcore porn first thing in the morning will probably eat away your soul. there is nothing worse that only going through the motions. there is nothing superior to having something to look forward to.
on a side note; i'm truly saddened by the fact that nearly everyone that i shared the most intimate and embarrassing details of the better half of my adolescent life with has vanished one by one. i am reminded of a lot of you constantly and genuinely wish you are well.
but keeping a journal really shouldn't be something that warrants any level of internal debate. and the bottom line is- i miss it. i miss it terribly, and i've been doing it here since i was fifteen, and i'm not ready to let go.
so here:
bowling is a much more grueling and taxing sport than previously assumed. snake tastes like chicken, only more chewy. the topic of massage is one i wish to elaborate on later. getting conned by your obgyn is not one of the better experiences in life. just because you feel as if your life is still in transition doesn't mean you shouldn't try your damnedest to fill it with things you know you'll appreciate. sending flowers to your mother on mother's day doesn't guarantee the tearful gratitude you feel it ought to inspire. watching hardcore porn first thing in the morning will probably eat away your soul. there is nothing worse that only going through the motions. there is nothing superior to having something to look forward to.
on a side note; i'm truly saddened by the fact that nearly everyone that i shared the most intimate and embarrassing details of the better half of my adolescent life with has vanished one by one. i am reminded of a lot of you constantly and genuinely wish you are well.