I am back and hiding!
LiveJournal has called me back and welcomed me like a prodigal child. The home town feel is different after years of wayward travel but the concept rings familiar.
I need this. An escape. A private word with myself in written form. Within my own parameters. For me - by me - to me.
Reading my old entries feels like visiting an old friend (very angry) when it's their turn to talk and you just listen to understand who they are now and how you can relate. Desperate to make a connection and save the relationship that once was. I know it's there - the relationship between my old self and the me of today. The elasticity of the tie that binds is so tense. That's why I need this.
I need this. An escape. A private word with myself in written form. Within my own parameters. For me - by me - to me.
Reading my old entries feels like visiting an old friend (very angry) when it's their turn to talk and you just listen to understand who they are now and how you can relate. Desperate to make a connection and save the relationship that once was. I know it's there - the relationship between my old self and the me of today. The elasticity of the tie that binds is so tense. That's why I need this.