| you're not stupid, you're just selfish... and you're a slave to impulse |
[Jun. 9th, 2006|07:07 pm] |
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| | Propagandhi - Apparently, I'm a "P.C. Fascist" | ] |
I am abandoning this journal. For real. I don't want to just delete it outright because I don't want to lose the last five+ years of posts, but I think it's time to put the ol' boy to bed. I will be starting a new journal, where I will be joining a few communities, but I'm not going to be friending very many people (though there are a few whom I don't want to lose contact with.) Please don't take this personally, but I would rather return to obscurity than watch people compromise their integrity, or learn that those people never had any to begin with. Goodbye, and to some of you -- good riddance. |
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| save the drama for your momma... |
[Jan. 31st, 2002|02:38 am] |
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Friends only, kiddies, from now on. If you wish to be on my friend's list, please feel free to email me or drop me an AIM and I'll be happy to add you. |
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[Apr. 29th, 2001|04:24 pm] |
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| | Doves - Valley | ] |
I so didn't want to come here.
I don't know why I did. I don't know why I want to try and write down what it is that I feeling. One thing I know by now - when someone asks you how you are doing, they really don't care. I know that sounds fucked. It's not supposed to. I don't mean to be jaded, I just am.
So many people that I know come here and have told me to sign up. I thought about it long and hard. At first, I was vehemently against it. Not only did I not want to come here and post, but I didn't want to read what my friends had posted either. I don't like the prospect of one's life being an open book. My life has been like that so much, and a lot of the reason why is not by choice.
Ugh. Goddamn the guts and the gore.
But after a while, I started to realize - why not? Fuck it. I don't really care what people think about my life. I need to write. I need to spew. I need to get it out. Writing bad poetry in a notebook isn't enough. I need to try to formulate my thoughts in a manner that when I go back to read them, I can understand what it was that I meant when I said those things. When I write a poem with a line in it like "Let's all tip our hats / to the bourgeois proletariat" it makes sense to me at the time... but when I go back later, I always derive more than one meaning from it. That's not right. I need to be more specific.
And I need to not talk to people as much. People don't really care. They say they do, but in reality, most people are way too fucked up and self-absorbed to really give a shit. That's sad, but true. And it's been no small task learning that stupid lesson.
So -- fuck you all, I suppose. I'm self-absorbed too. |
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