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i was thinking about people's generally nice reactions to my last entry, and realized how long and horribly boring it was...
umm...so no one has to read the last entry. i can't believe i put so much detail in it...i'm so useless...i think i was in a weird mood and couldn't do anything else. about seven eighths of the entry is rambling on about irrelevant, boring topics, who wants to hear what kind of cleaning i did?
so anyways i'm wondering why i bothered...why not just get to the point? i suppose it was the culminating events of the entire week and its preceding weekend that became a reason for my state of mind.
thank you to those who endure my extremely boring and insignificant life, and still act as if i'm an interesting person.
now i'm just being cynical. i love you all! i promise i'll never again write an entry like the last one : P
in fact i was wondering how i got myself to write that much...i felt more as if there wasn't anything to say. since april last year, i had felt as if i couldn't put into words how i was feeling, and therefore didn't post entries for many months afterwards. i can't articulate how i feel about nemo, either; perhaps subconciously, i thought that writing every tiny detail might give people a hint.
i've recovered to a certain extent, and i thank all of you who were willing to talk to me, relate to me, or hang out. even to those that didn't know about what happened, i always enjoy spending time with people who i can talk to, be silly around, and forget about philosophies of life and overdramatized anxieties for a while.
: )
peace
umm...so no one has to read the last entry. i can't believe i put so much detail in it...i'm so useless...i think i was in a weird mood and couldn't do anything else. about seven eighths of the entry is rambling on about irrelevant, boring topics, who wants to hear what kind of cleaning i did?
so anyways i'm wondering why i bothered...why not just get to the point? i suppose it was the culminating events of the entire week and its preceding weekend that became a reason for my state of mind.
thank you to those who endure my extremely boring and insignificant life, and still act as if i'm an interesting person.
now i'm just being cynical. i love you all! i promise i'll never again write an entry like the last one : P
in fact i was wondering how i got myself to write that much...i felt more as if there wasn't anything to say. since april last year, i had felt as if i couldn't put into words how i was feeling, and therefore didn't post entries for many months afterwards. i can't articulate how i feel about nemo, either; perhaps subconciously, i thought that writing every tiny detail might give people a hint.
i've recovered to a certain extent, and i thank all of you who were willing to talk to me, relate to me, or hang out. even to those that didn't know about what happened, i always enjoy spending time with people who i can talk to, be silly around, and forget about philosophies of life and overdramatized anxieties for a while.
: )
peace