You failed me...again
I made this whole new entry last night, but my wifi that i steal from someone across the street was shut off in the mist of my thinking process while writing that I was not able to publish what I wrote. Which is why I stopped writing to begain with, because LJ always fucked me with not posting what I wrote.
I've always tried to be honest on LJ, myspace, and facebook. But when I see people at work or school...who had "friended" me...i felt naked in front of them... because they knew what I was thinking, feeling, or had done the night before.
I want to start wrighting agin, not that i'm any good...but i feel like i have so much in my head and i need to get it all out and figure out where i ended up after i lost a love one. a love one i'll never get to see again. how it cut me so deep to know this...i can't sleep at night, i'm surprised i'm even eating...though now eating is just a way to tell myself i'm alive and that i'm trying to move on.
I've always tried to be honest on LJ, myspace, and facebook. But when I see people at work or school...who had "friended" me...i felt naked in front of them... because they knew what I was thinking, feeling, or had done the night before.
I want to start wrighting agin, not that i'm any good...but i feel like i have so much in my head and i need to get it all out and figure out where i ended up after i lost a love one. a love one i'll never get to see again. how it cut me so deep to know this...i can't sleep at night, i'm surprised i'm even eating...though now eating is just a way to tell myself i'm alive and that i'm trying to move on.