I do apologize, my bastard lj child
Dear journal X,
I am sorry I have been neglectful and have failed utterly in updating you with whatever snazzy new thoughts and experiences I have encountered in my day. I am truly sorry I never gave you the time other users have, and that I don't even know what you look like anymore. Today, I logged in and saw you for the first time in what has probably been months, and I was startled to realize that I had forgotten what you looked like.
And then I realized what a sad lj user I truly am, and this got me thinking of the manner in which you were conceived.
I don't know how to say this without hurting your feelings, but -
You weren't planned.
I was so in love with the fanfic - it was QAF, you know, and the beautiful fic seemed endless. I was so caught up in spending my every moment reading and laughing and crying and melting with every new fic that was posted that I got carried away. My feelings carried me away. I craved every bit of fic I could find, and without even my noticing it, I had an lj account.
That was, a year ago. And my, how very little you've grown!
This is certainly no fault of yours. I admit, the blame is entirely mine. I. I - well. I may not have handled the situation very gracefully.
I was young, lj. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't prepared to spend time on you when I was still so in love with reading all the heartbreakingly gorgeous fic out there. I realize now that may have been selfish of me, when you were sitting in your lil lj corner, unattended and neglected.
Um. I still love the fic. I still love reading it deep into the night and sometimes even into the wee hours of the morning, making me bleary-eyed and drowsy when I have to get to school at truly painfully early hours. I won't lie to you, there will be times when I will be as starry-eyed and obsessively in love with the fic. But I want you to know that I will be keeping you in my mind from now on, and I will try my best to at least write you once in a while.
Maybe once a year?
We'll see.
I'm glad we had this talk.
I am sorry I have been neglectful and have failed utterly in updating you with whatever snazzy new thoughts and experiences I have encountered in my day. I am truly sorry I never gave you the time other users have, and that I don't even know what you look like anymore. Today, I logged in and saw you for the first time in what has probably been months, and I was startled to realize that I had forgotten what you looked like.
And then I realized what a sad lj user I truly am, and this got me thinking of the manner in which you were conceived.
I don't know how to say this without hurting your feelings, but -
You weren't planned.
I was so in love with the fanfic - it was QAF, you know, and the beautiful fic seemed endless. I was so caught up in spending my every moment reading and laughing and crying and melting with every new fic that was posted that I got carried away. My feelings carried me away. I craved every bit of fic I could find, and without even my noticing it, I had an lj account.
That was, a year ago. And my, how very little you've grown!
This is certainly no fault of yours. I admit, the blame is entirely mine. I. I - well. I may not have handled the situation very gracefully.
I was young, lj. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't prepared to spend time on you when I was still so in love with reading all the heartbreakingly gorgeous fic out there. I realize now that may have been selfish of me, when you were sitting in your lil lj corner, unattended and neglected.
Um. I still love the fic. I still love reading it deep into the night and sometimes even into the wee hours of the morning, making me bleary-eyed and drowsy when I have to get to school at truly painfully early hours. I won't lie to you, there will be times when I will be as starry-eyed and obsessively in love with the fic. But I want you to know that I will be keeping you in my mind from now on, and I will try my best to at least write you once in a while.
Maybe once a year?
We'll see.
I'm glad we had this talk.