"This above all, to thine own self, be true."

[bubosquared]

When did my life get so filled with people?

I never really managed to connect with people as well as I do online. I don't understand this. I think actually the journal thing may be a large part of it; I don't have to actually tell people about certain things like my sexual orientation, my running away from home and all that went with it, my incertainties and traumas and feelings, but instead I can just show them to my journal and if they still want to be friends after knowing all that, I know they won't drop me that easily.

Which is not to say I've never been hurt by people that'd read my journal. Far from, in fact. But I've also found some very close friends, some of whome are becoming more than friends, and that's worth the pain and betrayal.

Two years ago, I was happy in my own world with just me, myself and I. Now, I'm happy in my world with my friends and acquaintences. And I managed to get and keep these friends and still be able to look at myself in the mirror every morning, and in the end that's what matters.

Cheers, people. I love you all. (But especially you, you and you.)

Comments

[meacoustic.livejournal.com]

Aww. *sniff* *hugs* Love you too, Mellie.

[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Squeehugthwirl. :D

Into the heart

[jintro.livejournal.com]

Love you too, Miss Sofie.

Re: Into the heart

[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Oi! I hate it when you call me that. Cease and desist at once, peasant!

[natlet]

I love you too, babe :)

[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

We're such a big, sappy pile of love. &ht;g>