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i feel i'm one of the last few people i know that still post on livejournal. it makes me sad that i can't check my friends tab and scroll back over the last few weeks and find a friend venting and confessing to themselves about the events that make up their life. all i find now are film stills from the only online community i've ever belonged to (not because i love film, but because a girl i once liked was a member) and i find it sad that though i can relate to these films, i can't relate to the few actual human beings i know that populate my livejournal friend list. this isn't a community like facebook or myspace. when i joined it was pure teenage angst venting itself to people who seemed to care. for me its been a emotional record of my emotional extremes when nothing else i could do would sooth my soul.
though many friends have deleted their journals over the years, i refuse to do so myself. i refuse to be ashamed of what i have written here. i refuse to forget the events that have led up to now to make me who i am. i will continue to marvel at the person i am thanks to the patterns i find in reading my own journal. this has been a key part in my existense and understanding who i am and why i do the things i do.
notes from ride home tonight:
parents always suggested running away as best solution to conflict
dirty bike needs cleaning
bike needs riding
go ahead and get that wolf tattoo you stupid fuck
though many friends have deleted their journals over the years, i refuse to do so myself. i refuse to be ashamed of what i have written here. i refuse to forget the events that have led up to now to make me who i am. i will continue to marvel at the person i am thanks to the patterns i find in reading my own journal. this has been a key part in my existense and understanding who i am and why i do the things i do.
notes from ride home tonight:
parents always suggested running away as best solution to conflict
dirty bike needs cleaning
bike needs riding
go ahead and get that wolf tattoo you stupid fuck