id rather read this
dear livejournal,
old friend (never a good one), you listened, but never helped. in fact, htere were times you made things much worse for me than they should have been. i have outgrown you. i am too old, too self-involved, and too bored to keep you any longer. i have paper and pen to place all these words on, and a gentle ear to listen to me when i am sad/lonely/happy/goofy/in love. old comrade, you have allowed me to keep in touch with everyone i know (a la bottomshelf), but no one posts anymore, no one cares anymore, and no one has anything to say anymore-
this is includes me.
i have outdated posting songs, one liner epiphanies, and attempting to let people in to the life i have in memphis, but with no conclusive response as to anything other than, "wow, pictures...is that him?" get rid of the songs, get rid of the bad, long, trite stories that most people skim through. get rid of the "i loves", emotional, deep, really, really bad attempts at seeming emotionally overwhelmed. emo isnt music, it s a lifestyle. that lame shit, that s emo.
knock it off.
if you have to say it, say it. im tired of trying to seem deep, sad, thoughtful, smart- if you dont know it already, too bad. im off to open a shop on madison avenue, i want to stay home with jdrhea for life, and ive outgrown everything you see on television. im not cooler than you, i would just rather pick up a book, watch late night tv (only when its funny), and fall asleep with no pants on. id rather go to a show and not drink, i d rather go do my laundry, and sneak a beer in. i want to take the trolley, while my camera hangs death defiantly from the my neck, and act like a tourist in this new city ive come to call my home.
stop posting songs, stop posting recipes, stop posting the soft quip that keeps making people fall in love with you for no reason. im sorry livejournal (no im not), but ive outgrown you. i never thought the day would come when i would mind your watchful eye, but it has brought me heartache, shame, wrath, envy, repulsed gag reflex, and an ever growing impulse to throw my computer out the window every time i read something, whether they are my own words or otherwise.
so long livejournal.
so long.
the former "leah a."
old friend (never a good one), you listened, but never helped. in fact, htere were times you made things much worse for me than they should have been. i have outgrown you. i am too old, too self-involved, and too bored to keep you any longer. i have paper and pen to place all these words on, and a gentle ear to listen to me when i am sad/lonely/happy/goofy/in love. old comrade, you have allowed me to keep in touch with everyone i know (a la bottomshelf), but no one posts anymore, no one cares anymore, and no one has anything to say anymore-
this is includes me.
i have outdated posting songs, one liner epiphanies, and attempting to let people in to the life i have in memphis, but with no conclusive response as to anything other than, "wow, pictures...is that him?" get rid of the songs, get rid of the bad, long, trite stories that most people skim through. get rid of the "i loves", emotional, deep, really, really bad attempts at seeming emotionally overwhelmed. emo isnt music, it s a lifestyle. that lame shit, that s emo.
knock it off.
if you have to say it, say it. im tired of trying to seem deep, sad, thoughtful, smart- if you dont know it already, too bad. im off to open a shop on madison avenue, i want to stay home with jdrhea for life, and ive outgrown everything you see on television. im not cooler than you, i would just rather pick up a book, watch late night tv (only when its funny), and fall asleep with no pants on. id rather go to a show and not drink, i d rather go do my laundry, and sneak a beer in. i want to take the trolley, while my camera hangs death defiantly from the my neck, and act like a tourist in this new city ive come to call my home.
stop posting songs, stop posting recipes, stop posting the soft quip that keeps making people fall in love with you for no reason. im sorry livejournal (no im not), but ive outgrown you. i never thought the day would come when i would mind your watchful eye, but it has brought me heartache, shame, wrath, envy, repulsed gag reflex, and an ever growing impulse to throw my computer out the window every time i read something, whether they are my own words or otherwise.
so long livejournal.
so long.
the former "leah a."
