Hello there Stranger. I'm one of those annoying egotistical fucks that reaches out to strangers so they don't ever have to get to know anyone and can better indulge in their narcissism. Or maybe I loathe myself, and am so convinced of my fundamentally flawed nature that I've concocted this sort of anti-social saving grace by sparing people the painful ordeal of knowing me. I'm probably neither. I'm probably somewhere in the middle really. But my head isn't screwed on right. I can't see the middle. They told me once I had Borderline Personality Disorder. They told me once I was an artist. They told me once I am a unique soul-- just like everybody else. I used to have five online journals/diaries/blogs. The one I poured virtual blood,sweat and tears into collapsed. (yes --i'm another diary-x widow) I started this journal because my friends read all the others and I'm sick of an audience that gives me feedback the next morning. I dont want feedback. I don't want to be confronted with my thoughts on reality in real life. Which is why I'm here, stranger. I'm here for your open ears and your silent mouth. |