On teenage Angst.
So I was looking back over my journal and ive discovered besides the random fluffy post this journal is full of teenage angst! whoa. never really though I was so ...angsty. (shh I doubt thats a word...dont tell Eva...or worse...her mother :))
So Ive come to the conclusion that pouring one's soul out over the internet isnt necesarily the best idea in the world.
Angst! Angst! Angst!
well things seem to have worked themselves out...or rather ...unkinked themselves....well only sam knows what im talking about anyway, and he doesnt read this journal much. in any case Love to Sam, cos we shared some laughs and gay solidarity at lunch amidst conversations that had nothing to do with what we were laughing about.
So Ive come to the conclusion that pouring one's soul out over the internet isnt necesarily the best idea in the world.
Angst! Angst! Angst!
well things seem to have worked themselves out...or rather ...unkinked themselves....well only sam knows what im talking about anyway, and he doesnt read this journal much. in any case Love to Sam, cos we shared some laughs and gay solidarity at lunch amidst conversations that had nothing to do with what we were laughing about.