moving day
I knew i had to move out of TLG sooner or later. Writing is my exercise and i can no longer work out under the bright lights of a glass-walled gym with strangers peeking in from the hallway. Anonymity is my shelter and i will seek refuge here.
The things i write about feel so true when i'm deep in them, but there isn't a single time that when i reflected on the emotions i've had, i didn't wonder if i was assessing properly. It would be easy to say things like "i'm happy" or "i'm sad", but the situations i face are so multi-faceted that words can't cover them. I edit and delete my old entries all the time, it may seem a silly and redundant gesture - but i do it to give closure to certain chapters of my past. It is my little luxury for having an uneditable life, of being in a reality that has no escape or delete buttons.
The things i write about feel so true when i'm deep in them, but there isn't a single time that when i reflected on the emotions i've had, i didn't wonder if i was assessing properly. It would be easy to say things like "i'm happy" or "i'm sad", but the situations i face are so multi-faceted that words can't cover them. I edit and delete my old entries all the time, it may seem a silly and redundant gesture - but i do it to give closure to certain chapters of my past. It is my little luxury for having an uneditable life, of being in a reality that has no escape or delete buttons.
