hello. started a log of my very own. so far i'm not telling any of the people i know about it. not right now.

I think that diaries and weblogs are excuses for people to be self indulgent. but we need that, we're people. Ironically, first we indulge ourselves here, then when someone else reads it, we love the feeling of being indulged. it's sort of this twisted logic that we indulge ourselves so that others might indulge us. It's like most suicide cases. Face it, if you really wanted to die you would've leapt off a twenty storey building at 2.30am instead of locking yourself in at lunchtime swearing to your parents you're gonna cut your wrist.

I'd like to feel safe. Safe to scream out the names of fuckers and bitches and condemn them without worrying i'd be condemned. Safe to flaunt my naivete and romantic views of life without being laughed at. At least in my face.

And a computer notebook accessible anywhere would be useful. This place is mine and mine alone.