{001} Tired Of Being Sorry
Jul. 2nd, 2013 01:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fangirlextraordinaire It's been nearly a decade since I've had any sort of online journal - a journal of any kind, really - and for some reason, it struck me that now was as good a time as any to pick up the practice again. Maybe it'll help me to keep my mind right and to sort through the hurricane of thoughts in my head . . . or maybe it'll just serve as one more thing to shove into my daily routine and keep me too busy to really dwell on any of those thoughts at all.
It feels good to be typing into one of these little boxes again, though. Writing for no other reason than to put my thoughts out there is something that's vanished from my life over the years.
My goal is to make at least one real entry a day - not counting whatever bits of fandom may make it in here. I just wouldn't be me if I wasn't throwing in fic recs or graphics or just general squeeing because I watched The Avengers again and can't get over the obvious sexual tension between Steve and Tony.
I'm not going to think about how sad it is that the only 'person' I can talk to is a blank page on a computer screen and the pretense that somebody out there will actually read this. The truth is that I'm likely the only person who will ever see what I'm typing right now and really? I hate that I'm so attention seeking that I care.
But the plain and simple truth is that I'm going to have to get used to being alone. It's sort of a family tradition and I don't think it's one that I'll ever be able to break - or even want to.
It feels good to be typing into one of these little boxes again, though. Writing for no other reason than to put my thoughts out there is something that's vanished from my life over the years.
My goal is to make at least one real entry a day - not counting whatever bits of fandom may make it in here. I just wouldn't be me if I wasn't throwing in fic recs or graphics or just general squeeing because I watched The Avengers again and can't get over the obvious sexual tension between Steve and Tony.
I'm not going to think about how sad it is that the only 'person' I can talk to is a blank page on a computer screen and the pretense that somebody out there will actually read this. The truth is that I'm likely the only person who will ever see what I'm typing right now and really? I hate that I'm so attention seeking that I care.
But the plain and simple truth is that I'm going to have to get used to being alone. It's sort of a family tradition and I don't think it's one that I'll ever be able to break - or even want to.
