What a hypocritical ass I am
Boredom often inspires behavior that one later looks back on with shame. Maybe that's why tomorrow, when I look at what I'd done the night before, I will pretend like this never happened. Deleting things is such a tempting way to allieviate the burden of shame, but I will try my hardest to make sure my mind doesn't make up some reason to hate myself for posting random shit in a LiveJournal like I thought I'd never do again.
It's like talking to yourself, isn't it?
Who better to talk to, though, right? At least you know you've got similar interests.
Nothing to say. That's the hardest part, I remember now. I don't want to this to degenerate into worthless descriptions of the mundane aspects of my daily life because frankly, I'm not bored enough to even bother typing them out.
At least, not yet.
So many "I" statements. Is that a bad thing? I don't know... but there I go again. And again. Sorry about that.
Ideally I would write stories to put in here but frankly I don't know when that's going to happen, so instead of making a promise that I can't say will ever come to fruition I'll just say that this is here.
That's pretty much it for now.
It's like talking to yourself, isn't it?
Who better to talk to, though, right? At least you know you've got similar interests.
Nothing to say. That's the hardest part, I remember now. I don't want to this to degenerate into worthless descriptions of the mundane aspects of my daily life because frankly, I'm not bored enough to even bother typing them out.
At least, not yet.
So many "I" statements. Is that a bad thing? I don't know... but there I go again. And again. Sorry about that.
Ideally I would write stories to put in here but frankly I don't know when that's going to happen, so instead of making a promise that I can't say will ever come to fruition I'll just say that this is here.
That's pretty much it for now.