Fuck you, Livejournal
Several years ago, I bought a full account on Livejournal, intending to renew it steadily. Then the site started showing ads, and although my paid account prevented those ads from showing up on my journal, I was annoyed enough to decide against renewing the account. Considering the importance I place on what I write here, I can't stomach the fact that LJ draws advertising revenue from that writing -- I can't stomach the fact that on one side of the page there will be a thoroughly edited, painfully heartfelt entry of the sort I can only create once every few months, and on the other side there will be a picture trying to convince you that you are too fat.
Few people read what I write here, and fewer respond. Do I need people to read it? Yes, but I can just as easily point specific people to specific pieces I want them to read. In a way, it will be a relief to write things that I know will go unremarked (except when I ask people individually), rather than experiencing periodic disappointment at the lack of response. To those of you who take interest in what I write here, I cannot thank you enough, and I will continue to write at my Dreamwidth account, should your interest extend that far. I believe you can leave comments there using your LJ account. And to all of you: I adore you greatly, but I am under no obligation to your considerable apathy. If any of you want invite codes to Dreamwidth, I have plenty.
I'll keep the journal around in order to comment on what my friends here write. Given that I have a complete copy of the journal at Dreamwidth, I will delete the rest. Fuck you, Livejournal.