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Feb 15, 2006 17:38

You know, writing does nothing but disapoint. I could write when I'm happy, like right now, but when I read it later, I'll just think I was naive. I could write about the sad, confusing times (like I always do), but I would only see that constantly. I would be depressed because I appeared to be so depressed.

I'm not sad all the time, I'm not negative all the time, but my writing certainly doesn't reflect that.

I'm happy. I'm surrounded by beautiful people I love. I am healthy, they are healthy. I don't want to remember those bad times but I guess I shouldn't forget them either...Oh, I don't need writing on a piece of paper to remind me that I'm often confused and overreact.

I'm moving on. I'm saving my past but I am renewing myself. I won't hide anything anymore. Everything that was private is now open (Meaning that everything I had locked on here is now open).
Though I'm not sure what good that will do since it's all out of date and because I'm impulsive, none of it makes sense; I hope you'll enjoy it anyway. You can laugh at my awkward, revealing self and I will gladly join you.

http://im_movingon.livejournal.com

yeah yeah
it's lame
get over your bad self haha
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