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Hey, I didn't realize how nice this blogging thing is. I mean, for alot of people its for other people to read, and if they read this crap, then that's cool I guess, but its a great way to vent for me, not for them. I mean, I go back and read my old posts, and I thought back then that I was posting for my friends, and to an extent I was, but I always knew they never really cared enough to want to read these, and I still posted anyways. I guess a part of me just liked to write. I really do enjoy writing, just on my own terms. I used to hate writing in high school, and I still dislike writing papers, but I could write about meaningless garbage like my life and problems and forever be happy. Well, maybe not, but you get the idea. I have been a complete and utterly useless bum today. I stayed in bed til about 2, then got online... pretty impressive, huh? I was going to do laundry today, but sleeping just felt so nice that I didn't want it to end.
Everything I wrote back in high school was so childish and silly, but it seemed so relevant at the time, and I guess, to a certain extent, it was. I'm sure this stuff will all seem childish too when all is said and done. Hell, I read what I wrote yesterday, and already it feels as if someone else wrote it. I mean, I still share the sentiments, but the me I know would never say all that stuff about feelings out loud. I don't know, maybe I'm just hoping that I can use this blog as a way to get in touch with my emotions and myself a little better. I can use it as a way to work on being more open and honest with people and myself without having to go tell the world all about crap they could care less about.
So I guess this is what it's like to keep a diary. I wonder how long it will take for me to quit? Who knows. Well, I'm not the most verbose person in the world, but you probably wouldn't know that today, so I'll go ahead and break this off... maybe I'll go read a book or something.
Everything I wrote back in high school was so childish and silly, but it seemed so relevant at the time, and I guess, to a certain extent, it was. I'm sure this stuff will all seem childish too when all is said and done. Hell, I read what I wrote yesterday, and already it feels as if someone else wrote it. I mean, I still share the sentiments, but the me I know would never say all that stuff about feelings out loud. I don't know, maybe I'm just hoping that I can use this blog as a way to get in touch with my emotions and myself a little better. I can use it as a way to work on being more open and honest with people and myself without having to go tell the world all about crap they could care less about.
So I guess this is what it's like to keep a diary. I wonder how long it will take for me to quit? Who knows. Well, I'm not the most verbose person in the world, but you probably wouldn't know that today, so I'll go ahead and break this off... maybe I'll go read a book or something.