4:18 am - May 27, 2006
Pathetique
Leaving deareddie is sort of like stopping sucking your thumb. Or, as I'm trying to do after 12 years, stop smoking.
Well, it's hard, anyway.
I started another journal, a xanga, and am thinking about a myspace. Although, thanks to those news programs, I now feel like a sicko wanting to post on myspace.
Wouldn't it be nice if only E and M and O and J and A and well, all of you who actually have talked to me could... Well, it's futile, isn't it? (Listening to my own mix, Beatles Elenor Rigby always gets me.) Suppose I turn to you for a bit of salvation. And we are graced enough to find it...
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