Quite possibility my real journal in about 4 years.
remember when the internet was anonymous?
and creative writing ruled
4th period home room class, eager to go home and write up my new entry on live journal.
i created a anonymous twitter account a few months ago
only to find the void that had been there all along,
the need to share the real me. like it used to be, vulgar and undefined ,
bleeding my heart out with each key stroke,
telling the truth,
even though it would. eventually hurt. revealing parts of my sexuality . my intense need for spirituality and joy. parts of me are busting out. the truth needs to be told. i need to fine peace. i need to start writing again
my writing style may be bold. bizarre and often Rated-R. dealing with my growth in my spirituality
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