| Every time I try to sign on, I forget my password. I managed to sign on in one try tonight and wasnt' paying attention. Muscle memory is awful, cause I still don't know what password I'm using.
I forgot what a nice reprieve from FB xanga is. Reading Mr Theologians posts are always interesting. Its nice to see Xanga has endured even if its not longer the popular kid in school.
Anyway, most of my posts here are private, used a digital diary.
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| Sometimes goodbyes the only way.
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| Talk about a hectic time trying to sign back into this.
I heard they're deleting originals. I intend on deleting my new xanga.
This has too many good times.
Or I just might save the other for personal entries.
I trust Xanga more.
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| So, I feel really a wave of empathy right thats near overwhelming. A friend of mines mother had died- to be exact,4 weeks ago, only is now talking. I feel badly for him, even though some will not. I know a lot of people dislike him, almost the point of hatred. I hope in reading this, though I doubt many of them know who he is and that this is him will change their attitudes. He shouldn't have to look for sympathy. I understand death is hard to talk about or think about, but you can go one ignoring it and him- he's a person, he deserves that care.
Eh, on the whole, I'm displeased with several folks. Some whom I love dearly, others who I just couldn't give two shits about- however their behavior is none the less appalling. However, instead of dealing with it, when its uncalled for nearing absurd, I'm walking away. I'm tired of being walked on, I have my entire life. I have had friends, and good friends that have done so- they're not good friends if they do that. I'm also tired of how they treat others. I define my self by the people I associate myself with and the definition this is building isn't flattering. Sad to say, but things are ending just how I pictured- only delayed. Thats life, I guess. Easy to move on at this point since they've saved my any hurt feelings. Perhaps I can finally put high school behind me now.
I can now stop feeling that like petunia in the flower pot falling from the sky, and be the whale for a change.
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