Like scars
Livejournal use to be soo juicy
a place of comfort and heated debates on what or how someone should be feeling.
Now it just feels soo dead and eerie, like a graveyard filled with all of our once current events and hearfilled moments of the past that we may or may not regret, but still wont delete.
I wish it were still as bustling as it use to be, I liked that feeling of being a part of something and atleast somewhat informed as to what you all were up to. All of the e-wars and mean blog posts we wrote about eachother were kind of nice in a sense that someone cared enough to take that little bit of time from their lives to share exactally how they felt abotu you, although they were usually 'discrete' and undirect so that no fingers could be pointed [they were].
The angsty and emo things we wrote that made absolutly no sense to anybody els, but everything in the world to us at the moment, are now left as a reminder , of what i dont exactally know..but there there, and I know im not deleting mine any time soon.
There remind me of scars...in a way :/
Basically, I miss it.
I know in it's own little way it has helped me through some things that I otherwise would have just buried and tried to forget about, which we all know would arise again some day.
Basically, I miss you guys,
even those of you who are still right here.
a place of comfort and heated debates on what or how someone should be feeling.
Now it just feels soo dead and eerie, like a graveyard filled with all of our once current events and hearfilled moments of the past that we may or may not regret, but still wont delete.
I wish it were still as bustling as it use to be, I liked that feeling of being a part of something and atleast somewhat informed as to what you all were up to. All of the e-wars and mean blog posts we wrote about eachother were kind of nice in a sense that someone cared enough to take that little bit of time from their lives to share exactally how they felt abotu you, although they were usually 'discrete' and undirect so that no fingers could be pointed [they were].
The angsty and emo things we wrote that made absolutly no sense to anybody els, but everything in the world to us at the moment, are now left as a reminder , of what i dont exactally know..but there there, and I know im not deleting mine any time soon.
There remind me of scars...in a way :/
Basically, I miss it.
I know in it's own little way it has helped me through some things that I otherwise would have just buried and tried to forget about, which we all know would arise again some day.
Basically, I miss you guys,
even those of you who are still right here.