this is weird.
livejournal has become something like a tv show that i grew up with, but barely remember and don't think about very often. that said, i'm really glad it's still here.
i wanted to expand on that last dumb, melodramatic entry: i'm very happy right now. i don't want to take that for granted. having a moment of clarity about trying to live moment to moment (or somethingorother) prompted a late-night blip of old school self-indulgence on the lj radar, which i'm sure will seem especially goofy years later when i'm (yet again) going back through old entries, and find one in between years of nothing, and all it says is, "i can't imagine being alone." i used to be better at this.
it would be kind of nice to come back to it, and try to really maintain it, if only for myself. i can't imagine that happening though. i don't think i get off on it like i used to, especially since this was such a narcissistic thing for me and it seems like people have mostly filtered out. but yeah, digging up and dusting off old entries is, if nothing else, a spot-on cross section of the college version of me. even typing in this thing again makes me feel sort of melancholy and introspective.
i wanted to expand on that last dumb, melodramatic entry: i'm very happy right now. i don't want to take that for granted. having a moment of clarity about trying to live moment to moment (or somethingorother) prompted a late-night blip of old school self-indulgence on the lj radar, which i'm sure will seem especially goofy years later when i'm (yet again) going back through old entries, and find one in between years of nothing, and all it says is, "i can't imagine being alone." i used to be better at this.
it would be kind of nice to come back to it, and try to really maintain it, if only for myself. i can't imagine that happening though. i don't think i get off on it like i used to, especially since this was such a narcissistic thing for me and it seems like people have mostly filtered out. but yeah, digging up and dusting off old entries is, if nothing else, a spot-on cross section of the college version of me. even typing in this thing again makes me feel sort of melancholy and introspective.