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Dear Live Journal,
Upon browsing my icons, or, in correct LJ terms: "userpics", I have noticed how outdated they are in relation to my interests. Don't get me wrong, dear journal, things like Amelie, giraffes, sewing, Science of Sleep, and quirky Japanese pictures will always hold near and dear to my heart. But since my earliest of writings under this username branch off ideas of first jobs and embarrassing anecdotes regarding struggles in high school and finding my way through the maze of a social life, I cannot say I feel any comfort in the overly accessible and troubling memories of old boyfriends and corny Radiohead references.
This place has been an outlet to every sentence and idea I've either been too timid or in the appropriate position to admit anywhere or in any way else. There have been so many entries here, private and otherwise; just attempts at summing up my thoughts clearly. However, I am at a new crossroads now. I'll print out all those pages I've written over the years and put them in the cardboard box above my closet with my other stupid little notebooks all scribbled in from front to back.
For now, I'll find a new window to open up and type in when my homework just isn't entertaining enough or when my head has too many words in it. Seems like that tumblr site is quite the trend now. We'll see. I'm going to be more honest now.
Upon browsing my icons, or, in correct LJ terms: "userpics", I have noticed how outdated they are in relation to my interests. Don't get me wrong, dear journal, things like Amelie, giraffes, sewing, Science of Sleep, and quirky Japanese pictures will always hold near and dear to my heart. But since my earliest of writings under this username branch off ideas of first jobs and embarrassing anecdotes regarding struggles in high school and finding my way through the maze of a social life, I cannot say I feel any comfort in the overly accessible and troubling memories of old boyfriends and corny Radiohead references.
This place has been an outlet to every sentence and idea I've either been too timid or in the appropriate position to admit anywhere or in any way else. There have been so many entries here, private and otherwise; just attempts at summing up my thoughts clearly. However, I am at a new crossroads now. I'll print out all those pages I've written over the years and put them in the cardboard box above my closet with my other stupid little notebooks all scribbled in from front to back.
For now, I'll find a new window to open up and type in when my homework just isn't entertaining enough or when my head has too many words in it. Seems like that tumblr site is quite the trend now. We'll see. I'm going to be more honest now.