I am still not sure why I feel I need to leave Livejournal.
I think that I have been treating my Livejournal as a social outlet, instead of a writing outlet for so long, that I no longer associate my Livejournal with anything of real substance. It is fluff. It’s my cotton candy life. Not that I pretend, or anything, but there is hardly anything of me in there. It is a bit empty. Unfulfilling. I do not really get anything out of writing in there, besides talking with friends. I used to write because I enjoyed writing. When I write in my LJ, I often feel rushed, like I should write something, because I ‘have to’.
I am not really sure what I am going to put here. I am hoping everything. Daily life, pictures, wants, hopes, sad things, happy things, boring things that only I care about, things that I usually keep hidden away, things that I should show to everything, but usually feel too afraid to. I always feel more open with a strange audience, than one that I know so personally. I can tell a stranger anything, but telling a friend something? That’s another story.
