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I don't even know where to start... writing right now feels like some forced, unnatural process that I'm only doing because I know there are people coming here and wondering where the fuck I am. Yes, in the month of August, I've had well over 1500 hits to my website, which is amazing considering what it is, an uninfished personal journal of a unintersting fuck up. I'm not sure what that knowledge does to me... might make me feel like I have much more of an audience than I used to.. but then again, it might just give me more motivation to write better... but strangley, at least right now, it makes me wonder why it doesn't do anything to me at all. This entry is going to seem very unnatural, not flowing or anything... I'm forcing it all out and it hurts, but I have to do it. I'll do my best to get some good content in though, but I can't garauntee anything... we'll just see how it goes... besides, not that much has happened in the last little while really, so I don't know how long the entry will be anyway.
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