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remember when lj used to be about weaving words into delicate prose using the threads of our hopes and dreams and ups and downs... did we just get old?
remember the sense of belonging... the friends and friends of who all somehow passed some kind of intangible hipness factor benchmark.
a bit of a collision of worlds sent me exploring down 8 years of ljing. i feel old and jaded. when did i stop dreaming and become so pragmatic and jaded.
remember the sense of belonging... the friends and friends of who all somehow passed some kind of intangible hipness factor benchmark.
a bit of a collision of worlds sent me exploring down 8 years of ljing. i feel old and jaded. when did i stop dreaming and become so pragmatic and jaded.