blarg
2002-05-14 - 6:17 p.m.
okay... i'm so ready to write. i'm ready to stop putting my silly love stories here and be true to my word and stick them in their own diary.
BUT
i can't.
if i start typing now, i'll type all night. and i have much more important things to do. such as passing my finals. so i'm hoping this bit of pointless trash is enough to keep my fidgeting fingers satisfied.
ah, but what about all of my dear readers, well, maybe my one reader, who wants to get their fill on my latest bit of love-sick verbal shit? well... damn. cuz i'm sure you don't care anyway. besides... anyone who really wants to know what's going on in this sick, twisted obsessed-with-love/lust mind can just give me a nice little e-mail or sign my guestbook politely requesting my other diary's website...
yeah... i'll really get a lot of requests, huh... this'll now be a chronicle of real events, real worthwhile emotions -- things that will actually happen and actually are. not something that stays locked away in my brain and written down in this place until i let it overcome me. that's where the other place is for! certain characters here will disappear and new ones will emerge. i think all of this has been pushed forward by an epiphany. the important part is not so much an epiphany, but the release. i feel a release from so much today. and the realization of that release is my epiphany. this has come so late after i have hurt so many people, but better late than never. i'm ready to move on with life and what it holds for me.
