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Alright, here it is, my new, uncensored journal. Can't write much tonight because I'm exhausted, I don't even know why, I'm just dead tired. And I still have to feed all our animals and clean out the cats' litter box. Ugh. Stupid cats. I need a couple of pieces of cork and some glue, anyone able to help me out? ;)
This journal is going to be friends only (after this post) so please add me as a friend and I will add you back. Yeah, I know, it's stupid, but there are some people I just don't want reading my journal and that list gets longer the further I go through life, heh. I guess I'm not that good at keeping friends. Ah well.
I wrote this today, earlier, and since that's what sparked me wanting a new journal I guess I'll post it.
"...i think it's probably bad that i identify with river tam, a lot of what she says makes sense. there's a bit in war stories where she's talking, she says "the sun came out and i walked on my feet and heard with my ears. i hate the bits.. the bits that stay down and i work, i function like i'm a girl. i hate it because i know it'll go away. the sun grows dark and chaos has come again." i understand what she means, what she feels. i'd almost rather not be lucid than to feel the way i do, at least then i wouldn't have to feel it happening."
I love River, I really do, I just don't want to be her. Unless I can be psychic. Then I'd be okay with it. ;)
Oh and by the way, it's freaking freezing out. Jesus. My hands are like ice.
This journal is going to be friends only (after this post) so please add me as a friend and I will add you back. Yeah, I know, it's stupid, but there are some people I just don't want reading my journal and that list gets longer the further I go through life, heh. I guess I'm not that good at keeping friends. Ah well.
I wrote this today, earlier, and since that's what sparked me wanting a new journal I guess I'll post it.
"...i think it's probably bad that i identify with river tam, a lot of what she says makes sense. there's a bit in war stories where she's talking, she says "the sun came out and i walked on my feet and heard with my ears. i hate the bits.. the bits that stay down and i work, i function like i'm a girl. i hate it because i know it'll go away. the sun grows dark and chaos has come again." i understand what she means, what she feels. i'd almost rather not be lucid than to feel the way i do, at least then i wouldn't have to feel it happening."
I love River, I really do, I just don't want to be her. Unless I can be psychic. Then I'd be okay with it. ;)
Oh and by the way, it's freaking freezing out. Jesus. My hands are like ice.