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Rain and grey is rolling in faster than I´d hoped. I can safely say that this has been the longest Summer ever. I suppose, technically, it has been 15 months since it all began. What a very strange feeling.
15 months ago I was terribly anti-social and, might I say, boring. I spent my days doing jigsaw puzzles and watching Angel marathons. 15 months later and I crave company and am still watching Angel marathons.
I´ve slowly been becoming the person I always dreamed of and somewhere in the midst of it all I had to leave beautiful places and people and have since become trapped in a time flux, or something else cool and tragic, wherein there is the view ahead of me with the next steps to becoming this amazing person, but I´m stuck in a house of mirrors and I can´t move forward without walking into something or standing on broken glass.
I´m back living at home and nothing has changed. My brain bubbles with witnessing gender stereotypes and bigotry and assholes and not being able to find the words to express myself. Except of course for scoffing and slowly filling with impatience. I´m on the brink of becoming a wonderful, lonesome, feminista, anarcho-pacifist and there is nothing to send me over the edge except my building anger!
I was never an angry person. Change is certainly in my near future. I´ll keep the politics, bin the anger.
Structure and routine. Structure and routine.
Maybe this isn´t a brilliant first entry. Expressing oneself is a good thing, though, right?
Livejournal is cool. All the ads are rude. My keyboard is still in Icelandic.
´æðp'lðþ-ö0llð´æ´'Æ!!
15 months ago I was terribly anti-social and, might I say, boring. I spent my days doing jigsaw puzzles and watching Angel marathons. 15 months later and I crave company and am still watching Angel marathons.
I´ve slowly been becoming the person I always dreamed of and somewhere in the midst of it all I had to leave beautiful places and people and have since become trapped in a time flux, or something else cool and tragic, wherein there is the view ahead of me with the next steps to becoming this amazing person, but I´m stuck in a house of mirrors and I can´t move forward without walking into something or standing on broken glass.
I´m back living at home and nothing has changed. My brain bubbles with witnessing gender stereotypes and bigotry and assholes and not being able to find the words to express myself. Except of course for scoffing and slowly filling with impatience. I´m on the brink of becoming a wonderful, lonesome, feminista, anarcho-pacifist and there is nothing to send me over the edge except my building anger!
I was never an angry person. Change is certainly in my near future. I´ll keep the politics, bin the anger.
Structure and routine. Structure and routine.
Maybe this isn´t a brilliant first entry. Expressing oneself is a good thing, though, right?
Livejournal is cool. All the ads are rude. My keyboard is still in Icelandic.
´æðp'lðþ-ö0llð´æ´'Æ!!