writing was easier when i started livejournal. i'd feel something and need to say it, and it would come out. i'd edit, re-edit, re-edit it, read it, edit it, re-ead it, but when i was finally done obsessing, i'd feel some sense of release. and there it was, on the internet. sweet. maybe someone would read it. it was easy to be passionate and
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