Holy Hell It's Been Five Years!
Holy hell... Five years later and... lordy where do I begin?
Who was this mopey kid plastering her heart all over the internet? I mean, in my defense, I think social media has evolved to a far more public forum than I ever imagined it would be in my earlier years but... I'll say it again... Holy hell.
Well it's now 2016. I cringe at all the pining I did back in the day- especially knowing how most of those guys wound up- some unemployed- some openly gay... some even wound up being lifelong friends- even one or two at my wedding... and the idea that love was something mysterious and the romanticized self abuse... well... I guess we've all gotta start somewhere. And happily I'm now married to my best friend who has never ONCE made me feel the way I spent so many nights feeling in my late teens and early twenties (see: confused, undervalued, unrecognized, objectified, etc). So that's way rad.
Also, although I still stress about money, it's definitely something I'm much more comfortable with now. And my dad and I are on good terms again. So there's a few more in the yay present me category!
That all being said, I miss how much poetry I used to write. As overly dramatic and at times cliche as it all was, at least I was crafting things and making statements on the internet that weren't heavily filtered for mass consumption... so... maybe I bring that back to the old livejournal. Middle aged poetry.
Ressurecting my Livejournal: The Hipster Wetdream
The saga continues...
Who was this mopey kid plastering her heart all over the internet? I mean, in my defense, I think social media has evolved to a far more public forum than I ever imagined it would be in my earlier years but... I'll say it again... Holy hell.
Well it's now 2016. I cringe at all the pining I did back in the day- especially knowing how most of those guys wound up- some unemployed- some openly gay... some even wound up being lifelong friends- even one or two at my wedding... and the idea that love was something mysterious and the romanticized self abuse... well... I guess we've all gotta start somewhere. And happily I'm now married to my best friend who has never ONCE made me feel the way I spent so many nights feeling in my late teens and early twenties (see: confused, undervalued, unrecognized, objectified, etc). So that's way rad.
Also, although I still stress about money, it's definitely something I'm much more comfortable with now. And my dad and I are on good terms again. So there's a few more in the yay present me category!
That all being said, I miss how much poetry I used to write. As overly dramatic and at times cliche as it all was, at least I was crafting things and making statements on the internet that weren't heavily filtered for mass consumption... so... maybe I bring that back to the old livejournal. Middle aged poetry.
Ressurecting my Livejournal: The Hipster Wetdream
The saga continues...