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dear diary
Sep. 23rd, 2008 05:28 pmi wish people on my friends list would take this poll.
okay, fine.
i am considering coming back to livejournal. as in, blogging here again. i don't know. i'd really rather not. but none of you gits are leaving, and maybe it's true that as we get older our ideals relax in the face of compromise.
hi.
i'm a 20-something bisexual in a loving relationship. who comes with neuroses embarrassingly similar to those of a caged bear. who will patiently wait years for used copies of big label cds to appear in small local stores rather than paying The Man. who refuses to capitalize. who lost someone almost two years ago, and who'll be damned if it matters less that she wasn't human. who is a quitter, cheerfully so, who is walking away from a certain career to venture into the uncertain, to embrace a side of herself stifled away for years and years so she could play Scientist.
i'm someone who lies to herself. who loves everybody, feels everything, but will never tell anyone. who can't live without music, art, craft, nature, beauty without artifice, laughter, color, light, words. who likes the unlikeable just because it's scrappy and defiant and alive. who is hard to love herself, who sees too much of herself in others. who is ruthlessly efficient on the surface but bleeding underneath with every decisive stroke. who wants to make it big but is sick of the games. who refuses help or authority. who is loyal to a fault. who wants to tell all but is afraid of opening up when it counts.
who is just the kind of self-absorbed narcissist who'd bother writing out any of this.
hi.
okay, fine.
i am considering coming back to livejournal. as in, blogging here again. i don't know. i'd really rather not. but none of you gits are leaving, and maybe it's true that as we get older our ideals relax in the face of compromise.
hi.
i'm a 20-something bisexual in a loving relationship. who comes with neuroses embarrassingly similar to those of a caged bear. who will patiently wait years for used copies of big label cds to appear in small local stores rather than paying The Man. who refuses to capitalize. who lost someone almost two years ago, and who'll be damned if it matters less that she wasn't human. who is a quitter, cheerfully so, who is walking away from a certain career to venture into the uncertain, to embrace a side of herself stifled away for years and years so she could play Scientist.
i'm someone who lies to herself. who loves everybody, feels everything, but will never tell anyone. who can't live without music, art, craft, nature, beauty without artifice, laughter, color, light, words. who likes the unlikeable just because it's scrappy and defiant and alive. who is hard to love herself, who sees too much of herself in others. who is ruthlessly efficient on the surface but bleeding underneath with every decisive stroke. who wants to make it big but is sick of the games. who refuses help or authority. who is loyal to a fault. who wants to tell all but is afraid of opening up when it counts.
who is just the kind of self-absorbed narcissist who'd bother writing out any of this.
hi.
