totally spaced

[pretty_box]

im really having a hard time focusing. it seems as if none of my thoughts will form a straight line, much the less flow into an essay about tragedy. I've recently come to some pretty scary relizations that I'm not as "good" as i once thought i was. on many different levels. writting being one of them

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box = iceberg

[veridicus]

interesting that you named your lj after a concept that you thought of. good analogy too. well, to answer your question, i'm pretty sure i can count them on one hand. and the only way i've actually seen people's insides is through long, long conversations with them, drawing them out.

because we all have inhibitions about the insides of our boxes. we're all afraid that not everyone out there will like what's on the inside, and at the same time, it's so easy to decorate the outside. so we reserve ourselves for sharing wirh people we care about. and in some small ways, maybe that's actually better.