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I wonder who reads these entries now. I'm realizing how awkward posting journals online is. One of the things I love about my livejournal is that everyone can see it, and comment about it...even people who I don't even know show that they care. I started this livejournal at 18 in computer lab in high school, and now five years later, i'm sitting in my cube in my real estate office typing away with this exact same feeling I had five years ago. I'm nervous now. I'm nervous about the things I'm posting, the secrets I reveal. I just don't want someone to be able to google me and find all my secrets online. That's just not playing smart. Five minutes ago, I was tempted to open a new livejournal account with no link to my identity. Very tempted. I want my plans and ideas written and recorded, so when I retire...hopefully by 30, I can look back at my life in detail.
My life today is like ten or twelve cars driving randomly in the states, needing to converge. My patience for myself wanes when they don't. I'm going to work on that right now. I promise.
My life today is like ten or twelve cars driving randomly in the states, needing to converge. My patience for myself wanes when they don't. I'm going to work on that right now. I promise.