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May. 10th, 2000 12:36 amThough this journal was created by accident really, I can't bring myself to entirely disregard its possibilities. Perhaps the thought of my previously failed attempt at an online journal has been a bit imposing on my decision to actually write something here...I suppose that a seemingly unimportant journalistic redemption might prove to be a worthwhile endeavor, collecting the thoughts I've taken time to sort, shuffle, and deal only to find no one to play conversation with. I'm always frightened to a certain degree of the chance that someone might read what I've written and bring to light a profound realization that my ideas are. in fact. unworthwhile.
Beneath my impulsive reasoning lies my confidence, but often I have to dig for it. This is the beginning of my new means of a subtle preservation of sanity and self-expression. that. in itself. is worthwhile.
Beneath my impulsive reasoning lies my confidence, but often I have to dig for it. This is the beginning of my new means of a subtle preservation of sanity and self-expression. that. in itself. is worthwhile.