Feb. 1st, 2003
good job,
Feb. 1st, 2003 03:15 amWon't you fly, free bird?
Feb. 1st, 2003 06:18 pmIt's noticeable that this journal has gotten less and less personal. My life is not a life I want. I have lost touch with friends. I've hidden in my hole. And I've been replacing a real life with a life lived through the computer. My actions on the internet are coming not from my own desire to express myself through whatever creative works, but from seeking attention/acknowledgment/approval. I'm bored with it all, with everything but the attention. I'm no longer doing this for enjoyment, but for the acknowledgment of my existence and worth, acknowledgment that I am so hungry for. This is not what I want. This is not what I need.
Therefore, I am cutting it off. I'm putting this in all of my journals, all the parts of my world on this computer. I am going out now and I am making a life for myself. A real life.
This doesn't mean that I'll stop posting here or other places. I'm just removing that focus, that pressure, that has been plaguing me.
I don't care if you don't care. I don't care what you think about me.
Bye. ♥
Therefore, I am cutting it off. I'm putting this in all of my journals, all the parts of my world on this computer. I am going out now and I am making a life for myself. A real life.
This doesn't mean that I'll stop posting here or other places. I'm just removing that focus, that pressure, that has been plaguing me.
I don't care if you don't care. I don't care what you think about me.
Bye. ♥