nice to meet you.
hello.
i'm cleaning out all the skeletons i've buried in my closet. i will let it all loose. promise.
the plan is to pour myself forth like a bottomless pit of hell and heaven. i tell myself it'll be good for me, really. it'll be good for you too. pinky swear it.
and now i think it's important for you to know that promises are empty. specially mine. i tell myself a lot things, most of the time i don't listen to myself. who listens to themselves these days? even when we continue to make promises and doom ourselves to failure we still mean it when we make them. i think that counts for something no matter how pathetic and sad it gets.
newsflash: none of you should know me, ever. except with what i have to show you here. and that's all this will ever be. after all, i might change my mind and without warning delete this account tomorrow due to the deepest throws of paranoia. it's the truman show situation all over again, where does it come from? can anyone tell me?
i'll tell you how this is going to go.
this is a friends only journal.
naturally.
and at first i'll add whoever decides to brave these pages. it'll tickle me silly in a good way. but after awhile i'll start to feel the paranoid android in me take over. i won't be able to stop myself from studiously scrutinizing everysingleoneofyou until i'm fully satisfied that you don't know who i am. if i can be satisfied regarding those issues then i can keep this going.
let's hope that's the case. because i really need this safe, harmless form of anonymity. i have things to say i promise. it's nothing deep, it's nothing wise. it won't enlighten or uplift you.
secrets equal power.
power corrupts.
this is my attempt at regaining some kind of honesty and innocence. i'll give you my secrets, i'll give you other people's secrets. i'll make it all powerless this way and i'll decorrupt myself in the process.
thankyousomuch for tuning in.
edit: newborn journals will not be friended.
unless, of course, you've been invited.
i'm cleaning out all the skeletons i've buried in my closet. i will let it all loose. promise.
the plan is to pour myself forth like a bottomless pit of hell and heaven. i tell myself it'll be good for me, really. it'll be good for you too. pinky swear it.
and now i think it's important for you to know that promises are empty. specially mine. i tell myself a lot things, most of the time i don't listen to myself. who listens to themselves these days? even when we continue to make promises and doom ourselves to failure we still mean it when we make them. i think that counts for something no matter how pathetic and sad it gets.
newsflash: none of you should know me, ever. except with what i have to show you here. and that's all this will ever be. after all, i might change my mind and without warning delete this account tomorrow due to the deepest throws of paranoia. it's the truman show situation all over again, where does it come from? can anyone tell me?
i'll tell you how this is going to go.
this is a friends only journal.
naturally.
and at first i'll add whoever decides to brave these pages. it'll tickle me silly in a good way. but after awhile i'll start to feel the paranoid android in me take over. i won't be able to stop myself from studiously scrutinizing everysingleoneofyou until i'm fully satisfied that you don't know who i am. if i can be satisfied regarding those issues then i can keep this going.
let's hope that's the case. because i really need this safe, harmless form of anonymity. i have things to say i promise. it's nothing deep, it's nothing wise. it won't enlighten or uplift you.
secrets equal power.
power corrupts.
this is my attempt at regaining some kind of honesty and innocence. i'll give you my secrets, i'll give you other people's secrets. i'll make it all powerless this way and i'll decorrupt myself in the process.
thankyousomuch for tuning in.
edit: newborn journals will not be friended.
unless, of course, you've been invited.