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Dear livejournal friends,
I love you. I love reading about your far-away (or sometimes not-so-far-away) lives. I really really do. I want to be real-life friends with all of you who I am not real-life friends with. I think that you should come visit me sometime. Or invite me to visit you. Or something.
I feel indebted to livejournal. I have been here blogging away my secrets since I was a very silly 15 year old. I have become better friends with people I already knew and made friends with people I didn't know and sometimes got myself in lots of trouble when I was not smart enough to use the "friends only" setting on entries that really really should've been friends only. It's ok- that's life. My writing as a whole has become more palatable, I think, because of my constant blogging and the constant feedback it generated. Blogs are wonderful learning tools! I also met a boy on livejournal which is SO dweeby but SO lovely and SO fulfilling all at once. I found him one night while digging around in random journals for entertainment. It was absolute pure luck that the "random journal" button took me to his, out of millions of others, and I knew that I was in love with him pretty much immediately and now here we are living in the same house with cat-children and shared pants.
This blog feels kind of like a swamp, though. There is layer upon layer upon layer of gunky writing and angsty grossness. Writing in it makes me feel like I am tossing words into a big ugly dirty deep pond. Also I don't think many people read this anymore- my old livejournal friends have drifted off and now I don't know what the point of this is. Writing for myself just doesn't have the same appeal as it once did.
Maybe I ought to make a new blog and write about lots of interesting things so that lots of interesting people will come along and read it.
I love you. I love reading about your far-away (or sometimes not-so-far-away) lives. I really really do. I want to be real-life friends with all of you who I am not real-life friends with. I think that you should come visit me sometime. Or invite me to visit you. Or something.
I feel indebted to livejournal. I have been here blogging away my secrets since I was a very silly 15 year old. I have become better friends with people I already knew and made friends with people I didn't know and sometimes got myself in lots of trouble when I was not smart enough to use the "friends only" setting on entries that really really should've been friends only. It's ok- that's life. My writing as a whole has become more palatable, I think, because of my constant blogging and the constant feedback it generated. Blogs are wonderful learning tools! I also met a boy on livejournal which is SO dweeby but SO lovely and SO fulfilling all at once. I found him one night while digging around in random journals for entertainment. It was absolute pure luck that the "random journal" button took me to his, out of millions of others, and I knew that I was in love with him pretty much immediately and now here we are living in the same house with cat-children and shared pants.
This blog feels kind of like a swamp, though. There is layer upon layer upon layer of gunky writing and angsty grossness. Writing in it makes me feel like I am tossing words into a big ugly dirty deep pond. Also I don't think many people read this anymore- my old livejournal friends have drifted off and now I don't know what the point of this is. Writing for myself just doesn't have the same appeal as it once did.
Maybe I ought to make a new blog and write about lots of interesting things so that lots of interesting people will come along and read it.