Misunderstood
...something I'll probably always be. I don't mind though. Love and acceptance are better anyway.
In a weird way I've missed LJ. Or at least the way it was in high school, with all my real life friends reading my entries. I used to go through my day thinking about how I could make the mundane interesting, if not funny. No one had any shame about it. I've turned to the corporate blogosphere, writing posts on Irritable Bowel Syndrome for $5 in pay pal money. I don't mind though. I'm unemployed and I like fancy lattes. I'll write 100 words for my fix.
I like to read back on my old entries. I think who I was 3 years ago would beat up the person I am now, and especially the person I was two years ago. It's weird: I'm progressing back to my old self. Not regressing. This is a positive change.
In a weird way I've missed LJ. Or at least the way it was in high school, with all my real life friends reading my entries. I used to go through my day thinking about how I could make the mundane interesting, if not funny. No one had any shame about it. I've turned to the corporate blogosphere, writing posts on Irritable Bowel Syndrome for $5 in pay pal money. I don't mind though. I'm unemployed and I like fancy lattes. I'll write 100 words for my fix.
I like to read back on my old entries. I think who I was 3 years ago would beat up the person I am now, and especially the person I was two years ago. It's weird: I'm progressing back to my old self. Not regressing. This is a positive change.