Read this if you read the last entry:
Things I thought I'd never have to say . . .
Okay, this is my Livejournal. The possessive pronoun in that sentence is MY. If you sneak around reading this behind my back without telling me, you might get your feelings hurt. Hell, if you openly tell me you read this you might get your feelings hurt.
I don't take this thing seriously.
I write in it in times of stress; things said on here are not thought out, not fair, and mostly one-sided and in the moment. That's life. That's me.
Just because I write that you're being a bitch on LiveJournal doesn't mean that I dont value our friendship or that I want you to move out without telling anyone and leave strange notes around my house. It means I think you're being a bitch and I'll get around to telling you soon. It's rare that I keep my feelings about something/someone quiet. Sometimes I just need a rough draft.
So expecting people to react to this in a mature way; apparently that's too much to ask. I was under the impression that Freshman year of High School was over, and verbal communication was all the rage. Apparently I was wrong. But I'm not apologizing and I'm not giving this up. I'll just deal . . . the way I did Freshman year.
Okay, this is my Livejournal. The possessive pronoun in that sentence is MY. If you sneak around reading this behind my back without telling me, you might get your feelings hurt. Hell, if you openly tell me you read this you might get your feelings hurt.
I don't take this thing seriously.
I write in it in times of stress; things said on here are not thought out, not fair, and mostly one-sided and in the moment. That's life. That's me.
Just because I write that you're being a bitch on LiveJournal doesn't mean that I dont value our friendship or that I want you to move out without telling anyone and leave strange notes around my house. It means I think you're being a bitch and I'll get around to telling you soon. It's rare that I keep my feelings about something/someone quiet. Sometimes I just need a rough draft.
So expecting people to react to this in a mature way; apparently that's too much to ask. I was under the impression that Freshman year of High School was over, and verbal communication was all the rage. Apparently I was wrong. But I'm not apologizing and I'm not giving this up. I'll just deal . . . the way I did Freshman year.