My gold membership runs out this month. Seriously considering not renewing.
I haven't felt comfortable writing about things that are really important to me lately. I have written them, but mostly on the (incorrect) presumption that people aren't reading. And even then with some editing, which feels unconscionable to me.
And I just don't want the attention anymore. Only just realised that I used to want and seek it, actually, and am more than a bit repulsed by that knowledge.
Want a paper journal. Am only keeping this up for tradition in any case, at this point. I don't know if that's enough, when I can't comfortably write anything I really want to share.
I hate mopey entries of this sort, but I may stop writing. I'm undecided. And if I do, I wanted there to be fair warning. That's all.
revoless.
10:28 a.m.
March 19, 2004.
Listening to: Nothing.
In which I (finally) make a formal decision to reenter the world. or The greatest escape that you ever did make