I have scanned part o' the article I mentioned before into my pics... not capable of finding the whole article online, I'm afraid, but I hope this article intro clarifies things a little from the last Journal.
I want to thank peanutbutter and NoControl for helping to lift me out of what were some ridiculously sad times lately. Other people on here have helped, too, but I really needed to get out and do things outside the apartment. I guess it's no secret I haven't written much lately. It wasn't the holidays, or even the weather bothering me. I think it was 1) general lovelorn-ness, 2) worrying about whether a few people really liked me, 3) feeling dissed by someone. The first, I can't really do much about. It's just always there. I can push it away for a while and it's there. With the second thing, I just have a lot of insecurity; I often wonder if I really matter in people's lives, and this nagging insecurity thing gets to me sometimes. All I should worry about is trying to hang around the people I like, and maybe they'll hang around me and maybe not. 3) I was dissed by someone. It's nobody on my Friends list... nor will they be on my Friends list. If that's what they want, great. My main concerns are the first two, anyway; I won't be worried too long about being snooted out by non-friends.
Also:
I would like to hug tattoosandwhores.
I like being a retard version of Santa to DragonflyCQ and Tryst.
I would like to meet up with tulipbooty one of these days I go to Richmond... honest.
If you're reading this, there's a good chance I like you and owe you correspondence; hopefully that can be achieved if I stop writing this Journal.
ps - peanutbutter is so much more warm and inviting than painbearer, is it not?
I want to thank peanutbutter and NoControl for helping to lift me out of what were some ridiculously sad times lately. Other people on here have helped, too, but I really needed to get out and do things outside the apartment. I guess it's no secret I haven't written much lately. It wasn't the holidays, or even the weather bothering me. I think it was 1) general lovelorn-ness, 2) worrying about whether a few people really liked me, 3) feeling dissed by someone. The first, I can't really do much about. It's just always there. I can push it away for a while and it's there. With the second thing, I just have a lot of insecurity; I often wonder if I really matter in people's lives, and this nagging insecurity thing gets to me sometimes. All I should worry about is trying to hang around the people I like, and maybe they'll hang around me and maybe not. 3) I was dissed by someone. It's nobody on my Friends list... nor will they be on my Friends list. If that's what they want, great. My main concerns are the first two, anyway; I won't be worried too long about being snooted out by non-friends.
Also:
I would like to hug tattoosandwhores.
I like being a retard version of Santa to DragonflyCQ and Tryst.
I would like to meet up with tulipbooty one of these days I go to Richmond... honest.
If you're reading this, there's a good chance I like you and owe you correspondence; hopefully that can be achieved if I stop writing this Journal.
ps - peanutbutter is so much more warm and inviting than painbearer, is it not?
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kizmet:
lemonkid:
Glad someone feels the same way.