Yawn Yawn Yawn, We're All Long Gone
Well, after painstakingly deleting every entry in this goddamn thing, which by the way ended up being a two night affair, I have a serious doubt as to what I was trying to achieve.
I honestly wasn't ashamed of what I'd written in here throughout the past 3 years, because I wouldn't have let it rot on the internet for everyone to see if I was.
I suppose it was kind of like spring cleaning. That just happened in the summer.
I was looking at this journal's title and I see that the sub-title is "mala voluntad", and I am suddenly reminded of the time I went to Burger king with my grandparents and my grandma asked me to pass her a cup of soda and I reached for it and handed it to her.
Only I didn't hand it to her, it slipped somewhere between my hands and hers, it spilled all over her.
I apologized profusely, but she maintained that it was no accident.
It was utterly my fault, "porque lo hice con mala voluntad".
Because I passed it to her with ill will.
So there is that.
Basically, what I'm getting at is this stupid piece of web I call my own, was nothing but a mass of ill will.
Also it never represented me accurately.
As I've come to learn from my creative writing professor (over and over again), I'm obscure-
at least on paper, and apparantly the interwebzorz.
Sooooo. Straight forward entries when I'm not sippin on haterrrrade or crying hysterically?
Check.
That isn't to say an entry or two like that might not slip in though hah!
Oh yeah, I also want to start posting some of my writing.
I've been writing more lately, it isn't good.
But it is infinately better than before.
I honestly wasn't ashamed of what I'd written in here throughout the past 3 years, because I wouldn't have let it rot on the internet for everyone to see if I was.
I suppose it was kind of like spring cleaning. That just happened in the summer.
I was looking at this journal's title and I see that the sub-title is "mala voluntad", and I am suddenly reminded of the time I went to Burger king with my grandparents and my grandma asked me to pass her a cup of soda and I reached for it and handed it to her.
Only I didn't hand it to her, it slipped somewhere between my hands and hers, it spilled all over her.
I apologized profusely, but she maintained that it was no accident.
It was utterly my fault, "porque lo hice con mala voluntad".
Because I passed it to her with ill will.
So there is that.
Basically, what I'm getting at is this stupid piece of web I call my own, was nothing but a mass of ill will.
Also it never represented me accurately.
As I've come to learn from my creative writing professor (over and over again), I'm obscure-
at least on paper, and apparantly the interwebzorz.
Sooooo. Straight forward entries when I'm not sippin on haterrrrade or crying hysterically?
Check.
That isn't to say an entry or two like that might not slip in though hah!
Oh yeah, I also want to start posting some of my writing.
I've been writing more lately, it isn't good.
But it is infinately better than before.