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Over the past couple months, I've fetl obligated to keep this thing running, just on virtue of having had it so long, but I have to say my heart really isn't in it anymore. Every day I open this page, stare at a blank screen, and try to come up with something to write about. Most days I don't write anything, and I always feel like I failed at something.
What is a journal anyway? Is it a place to keep your thoughts in order? A place to keep a record of events, a sort of living history? Maybe it's a place where you're given a chance to hash out your personality, find everything that's indescribably [i]you[/i] and put it out in front of you in writing. It's probably a combination of all these things.
I think I've moved past that point in my life.
I know who I am, where I am coming from and where I am going. My writing now is no longer for myself, or for explaining aspects of my life. I don't want to crack open my shell and expose my personal struggles on the internet...I can just write a story about it instead, and give all the characters different names to fool myself into thinking I'm doing things differently.
When I started writing this update, I honestly had no idea that these would be the words coming out. But they feel right. So, in that case...I think this particular part of me is done. It's hard, though, I still want to keep something like this, but for different reasons in a different place. I've had a livejournal for 6 years now... so it's ridiculous to assume I can drop it all in a single update.
However, this particular chapter is coming to an end.
oh, in a final bit of irony...I can be reached at:
http://theedgeofthedreaming.blogspot.com
yeah, bookmark it if I amuse you.
What is a journal anyway? Is it a place to keep your thoughts in order? A place to keep a record of events, a sort of living history? Maybe it's a place where you're given a chance to hash out your personality, find everything that's indescribably [i]you[/i] and put it out in front of you in writing. It's probably a combination of all these things.
I think I've moved past that point in my life.
I know who I am, where I am coming from and where I am going. My writing now is no longer for myself, or for explaining aspects of my life. I don't want to crack open my shell and expose my personal struggles on the internet...I can just write a story about it instead, and give all the characters different names to fool myself into thinking I'm doing things differently.
When I started writing this update, I honestly had no idea that these would be the words coming out. But they feel right. So, in that case...I think this particular part of me is done. It's hard, though, I still want to keep something like this, but for different reasons in a different place. I've had a livejournal for 6 years now... so it's ridiculous to assume I can drop it all in a single update.
However, this particular chapter is coming to an end.
oh, in a final bit of irony...I can be reached at:
http://theedgeofthedreaming.blogspot.com
yeah, bookmark it if I amuse you.