Old Friend
Back into the inky depths of livejournal to put out the fires burning down my villages.
It's been nearly three years since I've wrote in here. Probably four since I've wrote anything of measure. And as I slip on the dark clothes of an ranting dramatic weirdo pushing words across his screen in a fever of angst. I never really feel more comfortable. I've tried to be a professional. I've tried to write from other voices, with marginal success. I don't dislike everything I've ever written, and rarely have I ever wrote anything that I've loved. But I feel comfortable when I write here. Livejournal is littered with the bones of friends that I've mismanaged and misloved and pretty much not been a good enough person to maintain. It will take a long time to make this feel like home again, but I intend to try.
p.s. I don't recognize ANY of these buttons.
It's been nearly three years since I've wrote in here. Probably four since I've wrote anything of measure. And as I slip on the dark clothes of an ranting dramatic weirdo pushing words across his screen in a fever of angst. I never really feel more comfortable. I've tried to be a professional. I've tried to write from other voices, with marginal success. I don't dislike everything I've ever written, and rarely have I ever wrote anything that I've loved. But I feel comfortable when I write here. Livejournal is littered with the bones of friends that I've mismanaged and misloved and pretty much not been a good enough person to maintain. It will take a long time to make this feel like home again, but I intend to try.
p.s. I don't recognize ANY of these buttons.