Head Splodeys

A reminder...
2001-07-10 - 3:26 p.m.

This is my diary. It is about me. It's about other people, too, but only in the way that they affect me, & I react to them. People IRL may bear absolutely no resemblance to the way they're portrayed in my diary. Strange things happen to people when they're filtered through my perceptions.

This is my diary. I use it to sort out my thoughts. None of this is pre-meditated. I usually don't have the first clue what I'm going to say when I start typing. Often, I mean to say one thing & end up ranting about something completely different.

This is my diary. This is my therapy. I need it. I need to not feel I have to go out of my way to censor myself. Yes, I write some pretty fucked-up, angry shit in here. Yes, some of it would probably be best off just being said to the person I'm ranting about. Some of it doesn't need to be said, though. I don't think people need to be bludgeoned w/ my particular version of the truth every single time something is bugging me. If they want to know what I'm thinking, fine. They can read my diary (like I told them to, months ago...).

This is my diary. These are my thoughts. These are my feelings. It's not always pretty, but it's not an attack. I'm not screaming at anyone, I'm just screaming. I don't say anything in here that I wouldn't say to anyone who knows me well enough to know this is my diary, & I honestly couldn't be bothered about what people I don't know think about my life.

So, yeah. This is my diary. This is my life. This is me. Apparently I'm a crazy, selfish, bitch (my words, not his), because MS would never do something like that to me, And lack of Zoloft isn't an excuse.

Give a Clix, if you please.

midi lives in gloomcounty
midi came from Ravenswood Manor