Keep It Like A Secret
Just to let you know ("you" being all of the stalkers who found my journal and haven't let me know yet), my public entries are basically limited to posting poems, short-stories, articles, or other crap showing my diligent work in college. The friends-only posts tend to be intoxicificated, incoherent, and only on the weekends. And the locked up-private ones have usurped all of my thoughts and feelings. I post very often and title each entry "Diary Land" (since, in a sense, it is a locked diary). And I like it that way. I feel refreshed and cathartic from the stream of consciousness, profanity-filled, emotionally-charged entries...not giving grammar or cleverness or censorship any priority over the honesty...but I don't feel comfortable sharing those with everyone.
So, (while this sounds incredibly self-centered) if you want to read some of my angst-filled rants, that totally contrast with the public fluffiness, let me know...and I'll let you see my pain, (and by "pain" I mean...well, you know).
So, (while this sounds incredibly self-centered) if you want to read some of my angst-filled rants, that totally contrast with the public fluffiness, let me know...and I'll let you see my pain, (and by "pain" I mean...well, you know).