it's kind of like terrorism...
after a lot of going back-and-forth in my mind and outwardly, i've decided to keep this silly thing around. i don't like being secretive about things that aren't meant to be secrets. and i also don't like letting my parents know that they've gotten to me. or that i'm scared of them or have something to hide. because i realise that what i was hiding is nothing to be hidden- it makes more sense to let them read if they'd like. but thats my deal-- unfortunately, they don't read just my journal. so, kids- just watch out for your own bad arses. so...because...my parents know what a friends page is, could probably torture me for phone numbers...and are snoopy. so. there you have it. my journal is rather clean, but i can't speak for anyone else's. so here's my gentle warning. sorry if this causes problems. mayun, it sure has me. maybe once they read whats going on with me they can be assured that i'm not so bad. or never was. maybe this journal will do me some good or something. meanwhile, im glad to be back and such. i don't mind this deal.
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