Sometimes, I wonder why I do this. I wonder why I post on diaryland. I wonder why after five years that I still have faith in something that I did when I was younger. I wonder why I still feel loyal to continue to pour my heart on here time after time.
Maybe its the fact that I feel like this is the one source that always listens but never really talks back directly. Of course there are people I have to talk to about selective things, but no matter how much a person says they don't judge, they always do. Insecure, much?
Maybe its the bigger picture of it all. Maybe its the [sometimes] non-judgemental aspect on freely saying what I want, when I want, no matter how ridiculous it is. And of course there are other blogs I could join and write, but it would never be the same. I would never feel the same. I would never be the same.
So, since I started, I've had six diaries; a good portion of my entries have been written, one way or another, for my ex-fiance. And I've written anything from farting on a bus with broken windows to surviving alcoholism; from falling in love to being heart broken; from random hookups at co-workers parties to copying off of admirers work, trying to find my own voice.
Writing on here just feels right.
5:18 a.m. - 2010-02-27
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