i know i'm paranoid
but i swear to God that sometimes it really seems like a lot of people can read my mind and then respond to it. i was all paranoid about writing to a writer, and then the first sentence of his response was that i should try my hand a writing because i write a good letter. (ho ho, well mr. bigshot, actually i did try my hand at writing in the fourth grade AND beat out five classmates to win the best story award, so what do you think about that!)
or maybe i just shouldn't post my thoughts on the internet, which is something i've known for a long time, but here i still am, writing whatever for whoever to read and laugh at and then freak me out by responding to it in my non-livejournal world and then laugh at me again as i post my neurotic reactions.
i need to lay off the coffee and get a life.
or maybe i just shouldn't post my thoughts on the internet, which is something i've known for a long time, but here i still am, writing whatever for whoever to read and laugh at and then freak me out by responding to it in my non-livejournal world and then laugh at me again as i post my neurotic reactions.
i need to lay off the coffee and get a life.