I sometimes think that I need to find a new place, somewhere I can weep and scream and fuck and bleed.
Not a real place, but a place like this — close enough to ‘real life’ to mean something, and distant enough from it to still allow for some level of honesty.
Because I don’t do those things here, anymore, and it’s starting to feel as though I never did.
yeah.
I understand this.
That’s one of the major reasons why I’ve always kept a paper journal. For me, the more people that get added, the less things I post that are of substance. And I end up making a bunch of different filters. I’ve been thinking about using diary-x again if it’s still around. Or making a free site on yahoo that’s just a string of numbers as the “site name.”
I’ve been wishing a bit for a space like this, too, recently.