On realizing you never belonged
A common theme of Deadjournal is broken people, I've come to find. Disassociated rants without any stand-alone continuity or interest, just an intricate network of inside nothings that leave any reader outside of the dozen-or-so "know" bored out of their skulls. Perhaps even further than that, like bored out of their souls. Whereas Livejournal, while with an air of prepatory better-than-thou-because we're-pretty in the worst-case scenario of a journal, has on the whole more complete (or the illusions of whole) persons. The insecurities are there, but have not fully consumed the user into nothing but a babbling brook of worries and frustrations of life being difficult. There's a rant in the soul of most Deadjournalites without a solid reason for it; Livejournalans have their bad and good days. Even in the best of posts with the Deadites, an edge of bitter pessimism always shines through.
Prevailing moods for Livejournal are reluctant acceptance, some confusion without embitterment, and general "alright." There are more, I just became distracted during this post and lost this train of thought. Hence, I'm a broken person and will be returning to Deadjournal. Sorry to waste space like this.
Prevailing moods for Livejournal are reluctant acceptance, some confusion without embitterment, and general "alright." There are more, I just became distracted during this post and lost this train of thought. Hence, I'm a broken person and will be returning to Deadjournal. Sorry to waste space like this.