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Feeling: Accomplished (somewhat). Okay, I've played at Diaryland enough for today. I'd forgotten how addictive this place can be when I'm not too wrapped up in myself to care. Uploaded a piccy of yours truly. I hate it, but it's the only other one I have as I've deleted all of the others. I don't like pictures of me. They remind me that I'm getting old, and don't get enough sleep. I wrote a story tonight. It's nothing that I'd ever share with anyone, but it was almost... therapeutic to write, shall we say? I haven't written like that in so long, I'm almost giddy over the fact that I actually did it. Before I made the discovery that I could pour my thoughts into an online diary such as this, I had no other way to record my thoughts. Paper diaries are so easily violated by elder siblings, you see. Therefore, I had to cleverly nestle my life in between the lines of a piece of fiction. It was the only way to get it out properly... and deal with it, I suppose. In short, it was my escape. My refuge. And I've often thought of doing it here from time to time. But then I remember there's a reason why I don't share that sort of writing. It's too personal. Too intimate, I guess you could say. It's a part of myself that I'd prefer to keep hidden. Besides, I've revealed enough to the masses here, wouldn't you agree? In any case, I've a bit more thinking to do before I attempt to sleep. Wish me luck with that, eh? Edit: the picture is on my profile. Sorry, alookcloser! Guess I should've mentioned that... ^_^;; Save The Rayne! - 2004-12-27 � |
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