8/7/06 12:53 pm - and its more than just the end
i'm really amazed at this past summer. i didn't really accomplish anything physical, but i feel like i've grown a bit personally.
i think that something when i was younger really hindered my ability to have a relationship of any sort. i've always blamed that on moving but i think it began earlier. i second guess my own feelings and everyone elses, i never believe things can be what they seem.
i have felt so dependant on everyone elses love that i've changed myself for it. i have dumbed myself down, made myself up, and given pieces away. this year i remebered how to survive without friends and discovered i didn't want to live with myself. and i'm trying to change that, without me. honest is how i want to look. the truth doesn't glitter and shine. i don't need to be original, or ingenius, i need to be happy. i need to be upfront, i need to be real.
i found her myspace and finally realized that she has grown up. she's beautiful, tall, and she doesn't spell out her words. i'm glad it still annoys me when she does that. i'm glad that as insipid as her page seems, she seems happy. happier than i am. i'm glad she seems to have moved on. a few months ago i couldn't have said that, but now... i would rather have her happy than have her thinking about me.
i'm tired of the angst and drama of this journal and am going to start putting real updates into my other one, _brandnewvice. its available and public. secrets are too much fucking work.
first post will be about seeing death cab and the flaming lips in ohio if you want to know
i think that something when i was younger really hindered my ability to have a relationship of any sort. i've always blamed that on moving but i think it began earlier. i second guess my own feelings and everyone elses, i never believe things can be what they seem.
i have felt so dependant on everyone elses love that i've changed myself for it. i have dumbed myself down, made myself up, and given pieces away. this year i remebered how to survive without friends and discovered i didn't want to live with myself. and i'm trying to change that, without me. honest is how i want to look. the truth doesn't glitter and shine. i don't need to be original, or ingenius, i need to be happy. i need to be upfront, i need to be real.
i found her myspace and finally realized that she has grown up. she's beautiful, tall, and she doesn't spell out her words. i'm glad it still annoys me when she does that. i'm glad that as insipid as her page seems, she seems happy. happier than i am. i'm glad she seems to have moved on. a few months ago i couldn't have said that, but now... i would rather have her happy than have her thinking about me.
i'm tired of the angst and drama of this journal and am going to start putting real updates into my other one, _brandnewvice. its available and public. secrets are too much fucking work.
first post will be about seeing death cab and the flaming lips in ohio if you want to know

