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TImes have changed, times have changed....
My first entry was May 11, 2004. I remember that day. I was in class, at Hillside...and I just started getting angry. Angry as fuck. It was keyboarding class, and I remember, cuz the program just turned red. Bright fucking red, thats how angry I was. So i started looking up online journals. I had tried the pen and paper shit, but ppl kept finding them, and it would be a big ass issue, cuz they didnt like what I had to say.
Online, it was private. nobody had to even know that I was writing. So it began.
Except, i didnt have a computer at home. SO that meant skool, and the library were the only places i could write. Which was cool, at first. THings started to die down in my head, so the need to write on lj became less and less....
Till shit started happening again. I got in a new relationship, and decided that I wanted to let him into my feelings, hence, I let him read my baby.
He didnt like what I had to say, or how I felt, so he started acusing me of all kinds of shit. So i locked my journal, and stopped using it altogether.
Everytime I get in a new relationship, I allow them into my heart. The things I wrote here, I wrote for me. I wrote because they needed to get out, and here, they are safe. But everytime I allow someone to read it, they find something they dont like, and attack me because of it, and I say, "fuck the journal." again...
I didnt start this journal for anyone but Jbabi. This is her world, where she can rant, and rave, and cuss, and cry, and laugh, and whatever the fuck else she wants to do. THe stories that are here, are because thats what she felt like writing.
I've been looking over this...book, of sorts, and my writing style has changed so many fucking times. WHy? because someone didnt like the style that i was previously using. so in order to keep them happy, I wrote in a different way. WHy? because I got sick of being put down for the way i think.
Well, no more of that bullshit. This is my journal. and I'm reclaiming it for me, myself and I. I will not change any of the entries to "Just me" because, at the end of the day, if you're on my flist, then you're reading at your own risk. I no longer give a shit how what I'm gonna write is gonna make someone else feel. I've spent enough time, not writing, because of that. THere is too much going on in my head for me to keep doing it.
I'm not writing for you anymore. I'm writing for me. And it starts today.
I'M BAAAAACKKKKk!!!!
Jcrazy
My first entry was May 11, 2004. I remember that day. I was in class, at Hillside...and I just started getting angry. Angry as fuck. It was keyboarding class, and I remember, cuz the program just turned red. Bright fucking red, thats how angry I was. So i started looking up online journals. I had tried the pen and paper shit, but ppl kept finding them, and it would be a big ass issue, cuz they didnt like what I had to say.
Online, it was private. nobody had to even know that I was writing. So it began.
Except, i didnt have a computer at home. SO that meant skool, and the library were the only places i could write. Which was cool, at first. THings started to die down in my head, so the need to write on lj became less and less....
Till shit started happening again. I got in a new relationship, and decided that I wanted to let him into my feelings, hence, I let him read my baby.
He didnt like what I had to say, or how I felt, so he started acusing me of all kinds of shit. So i locked my journal, and stopped using it altogether.
Everytime I get in a new relationship, I allow them into my heart. The things I wrote here, I wrote for me. I wrote because they needed to get out, and here, they are safe. But everytime I allow someone to read it, they find something they dont like, and attack me because of it, and I say, "fuck the journal." again...
I didnt start this journal for anyone but Jbabi. This is her world, where she can rant, and rave, and cuss, and cry, and laugh, and whatever the fuck else she wants to do. THe stories that are here, are because thats what she felt like writing.
I've been looking over this...book, of sorts, and my writing style has changed so many fucking times. WHy? because someone didnt like the style that i was previously using. so in order to keep them happy, I wrote in a different way. WHy? because I got sick of being put down for the way i think.
Well, no more of that bullshit. This is my journal. and I'm reclaiming it for me, myself and I. I will not change any of the entries to "Just me" because, at the end of the day, if you're on my flist, then you're reading at your own risk. I no longer give a shit how what I'm gonna write is gonna make someone else feel. I've spent enough time, not writing, because of that. THere is too much going on in my head for me to keep doing it.
I'm not writing for you anymore. I'm writing for me. And it starts today.
I'M BAAAAACKKKKk!!!!
Jcrazy