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| This isn't goodbye, it's just, see you later |
9:55 p.m. 2002-03-21 I'm not sure how I feel about keeping a diary on here anymore. I don't think I can deal with everybody knowing how I feel, showing my soul to the world. I feel like I'm not writing for myself anymore, and adjusting my writing to suit the readers. I can't do that. I can't worry about who will read this, or who will find it, or what'll happen if I say the wrong thing one day. I need to write for me, and that just isn't happening here. It's been fun...but I dunno. I'll still update on a rare occassions, like telling about my birthday or if I have a general rant to do perhaps, but I can't get as personal as I have been. I miss my real journal, the way it feels, my own handwriting, the way it looks...it's like an old friend I've been ignoring. Instead I've been devoting all my attention here, and it's not working. I feel like people may judge me for my writing, or not understand, or become annoyed becasue they don't want to read about my stupid periods of depression. I already go to a school where they think I'm a basketcase because of how I was last year and early this year. I can't have it online too. If you knew no fear, what would you do? ...leave answers in guestbook.
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