| | I'd forgotten the feeling of uncommitted self-expression. I haven't visited this site for four months; during that month I have changed little, except in status: I can now call my high school teachers by their first names. Well, except for the married women. *shrugs.*
But why make this place another place among many to discharge my overflowing wit? That sort of verbiage won't do anything for me, not here. I need to find purer expression here. That reminds me of the feeling of writing in a journal-- the flowing need to express, somehow continuing words with awkward transitions.
shit. I waste too much time on trying to connect words together. I can never let sentences be simple; I must salt-and-pepper them with semicolons, double-dashes, and glue them into Frankensteinesque compound-complexes.
Is there hope for me? I can't find the spirit to sound like myself here anymore. I must be very tired. Physically it's 4:32 A.M., but since I have been going to sleep at 5 A.M. and waking up at 2 P.M., it's probably not that late for me. Shit. I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know why I haven't given up typing yet. I'm half tempted to throw this away. But I must mark this page somehow. Let me and you know I'm still here.
Just can't be myself. Give me some time, please...
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