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Mar. 11th, 2003 09:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
htothehPeople don't get breaks. It doesn't matter how tired you are, the world doesn't stop turning. There is no cosmic pause button. There are no save points, although that would be nice. Complain all you want about life and how much it sucks and how much you wish it were different; it won't be. Ever. Unless you change it.
I've been in kind of a pitly place the past few days. I've been thinking too much about why I'm friends with the people I am, why they care about me. How much I wish that I could tender my resignation to the human race, be an elephant for a while or something. It doesn't matter. It's what you do with what you have that matters. People say that if life hands you lemons you should make lemonade. That's one bitter glass of lemonade without sugar. I think I've been ignoring my sugar. I have a hard time telling people what I'm thinking, possibly because I'm afraid that they're going to tell me that I'm being whiny. Often it's true, and I refuse to accept it. No more. I'm going to attempt a new leaf. Or twig, at least. This blog is going public. I'm not going to change the kind of thing that I write in it, or at least am going to try not to. Maybe that will keep me honest.
Let March 11, 2003 be known as the day when the Wyrm stops being afraid. Or at least tries to stop being afraid. And gets her chair back in Orchestra.
Wait, no, that'll be the 12th.
Whatever.
I've been in kind of a pitly place the past few days. I've been thinking too much about why I'm friends with the people I am, why they care about me. How much I wish that I could tender my resignation to the human race, be an elephant for a while or something. It doesn't matter. It's what you do with what you have that matters. People say that if life hands you lemons you should make lemonade. That's one bitter glass of lemonade without sugar. I think I've been ignoring my sugar. I have a hard time telling people what I'm thinking, possibly because I'm afraid that they're going to tell me that I'm being whiny. Often it's true, and I refuse to accept it. No more. I'm going to attempt a new leaf. Or twig, at least. This blog is going public. I'm not going to change the kind of thing that I write in it, or at least am going to try not to. Maybe that will keep me honest.
Let March 11, 2003 be known as the day when the Wyrm stops being afraid. Or at least tries to stop being afraid. And gets her chair back in Orchestra.
Wait, no, that'll be the 12th.
Whatever.
