|I feel like every day I have something new to tell you, show you what I've written...
||[May. 20th, 2005|04:18 pm]
|[||Your mom ain't listening to
|||||Anna Nalick - Wreck Of The Day||]|
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones...
My apologies to anyone that'll be trying to put up with me in the near future. I'll be poor company for awhile. Also, I'm sorry for anything annoying and pathetic you might read here in the near future, such as this post. This journal will probably be filled with ranting and raving and fictional writings based far too much on reality or at least my perception of it, at least for a time. Some of it will be depressingly sad and some of it will be bitter and will bare more than I should even dare express outside of my own head. Some of it might even be hopeful and cheerful and pose as though my soul is clean and the ghosts have finally left the closet.
I'll be just as screwed up as I've always been. Good days, bad days, mediocre days. I'm always rewriting who I am, even if who I am doesn't really change at all.
<insert a thousand different song lyrics here that would never quite express how I feel>