Once more, with feeling.
Been thinking I'm going to start posting here again. I've been less than happy with the other social media options I've tried, and my old outrage at LJ's policies seems a little ridiculous in light of the stuff I've learned to just accept from Facebook.
I spent a while reading old entries last night, and then went back and set them to private. This journal is over 10 years old, and a lot of that stuff is not at all reflective of who I am now. The person who started this journal...well, she doesn't really exist anymore. Back then, she needed a voice; she needed to pour out all her misery and rage and joy into this space because she didn't have any other way to cope with the overwhelming size of it all.
The text record of my journey hardly needs to be public. If you knew me back then, you remember what I was like. If you didn't, reading that stuff wouldn't help you understand me today. I might go back and un-screen some of it later. I might not. Either way, you're not missing anything important.
New outlook, new start, new me. Nice to meet you!
I spent a while reading old entries last night, and then went back and set them to private. This journal is over 10 years old, and a lot of that stuff is not at all reflective of who I am now. The person who started this journal...well, she doesn't really exist anymore. Back then, she needed a voice; she needed to pour out all her misery and rage and joy into this space because she didn't have any other way to cope with the overwhelming size of it all.
The text record of my journey hardly needs to be public. If you knew me back then, you remember what I was like. If you didn't, reading that stuff wouldn't help you understand me today. I might go back and un-screen some of it later. I might not. Either way, you're not missing anything important.
New outlook, new start, new me. Nice to meet you!