We are all different, and alone in this world. We all have our seperate thoughts and feelings that we are unable to explain, which no one will ever know except us. We don't even understand them, we just know they are there.
I have come to a decision that I will no longer be journaling on Gaia, unless someone can come up with a good argument to talk me out of it. Instead, I will either not journal at all, or write in my purple notebook from now on which I carry everywhere with me. I bid you all farewell, and hope you have happy lives. Kristi, you just go on having fun getting high off of the scent that is Phillip. Katie, have fun uhh... living. Everyone else: you do the same.
I am not commiting suicide, even though it sounds like it. Just not journaling anymore on Gaia.
I leave you all on this final note to read an editorial on MuggleNet (a Harry Potter website). Click here, yo.
I am also pondering breaking-up with Phillip. Why? Since Kristi and probably some other people want to date him so bad, I want to give them a chance to be happy. I will never in my entire life be entirely happy, but I want to give others I care about that chance. I never will be because... oh ******** it, nevermind. No-one wants to here my rambling and whining and complaining. But I still may and probably will break-up with him.
I am fine, I'm not depressed. Just for some reason I feel it is pointless to make public journal entries for the public to read. So to everyone: Happy journaling days and happy Easter (Oestra for you Pagans, Easter for Christians).
Love from your very own,
heart Moony.
last mood: reflective
last song of the day: Caleigh Peters- Reach
Edit1: I am no longer Moony. That part of me is gone. I now go only by Aniron (Ah-ny-ron for pronounciation) as well as Kirsten. Nothing else. All of my other names cannot apply to me. All of my other selves washed away with the rain today.
I remember who I used to be. I can try to be her once more. The me before 7th grade...
Edit2: New account. I have one. It's Mysticality. Keep in touch with me there. OR ELSE.
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