I'm going to make this quick and then sweep your Livejournal underneath the proverbial netrug. I had a feeling I'd happen upon it again someday; little did I know it was still shuffled in amongst porn bookmarks.
Don't be so hard on yourself, kid. You needn't trivialize your past emotions or scribblings for the notion of seeming like you've matured or moved on. You've always been beautiful, always had meaningful, resplendent things to say, and you especially shouldn't allow yourself to stagnate at the behest of some fauxhipster's opinion on art. (I may or not be horribly inaccurate here.) Fuck, go draw Holly or something, get your mojo back.
You may've thought your past musings insipid and hey, even trite, but fuck, you were alive. You experienced. Love those moments.
Yeah, this was two months ago that you were saying this, but it's likely that you're still in a rut. I'm glad you're in love, though, and I do dearly miss you.
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Don't be so hard on yourself, kid. You needn't trivialize your past emotions or scribblings for the notion of seeming like you've matured or moved on. You've always been beautiful, always had meaningful, resplendent things to say, and you especially shouldn't allow yourself to stagnate at the behest of some fauxhipster's opinion on art. (I may or not be horribly inaccurate here.) Fuck, go draw Holly or something, get your mojo back.
You may've thought your past musings insipid and hey, even trite, but fuck, you were alive. You experienced. Love those moments.
Yeah, this was two months ago that you were saying this, but it's likely that you're still in a rut. I'm glad you're in love, though, and I do dearly miss you.
Everything rosy, right?
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