PoeticaL
cluttering the net since 2001

its my freedom of speech, mine

Tuesday, Jul. 30, 2002
This is my diary. My place. And after talking to “t” for an hour about all of it I am not going to stop doing something that has been beneficial to me. I have respect for you and I know if you had respect for me you’d understand why I do this. It’s my one place to rant and rave and try to get my head straight. I have no one to go to. You need to just let it be. I won’t speak of you here again. I don’t want to be your enemy. If you have major issue with something in my diary, don’t come here. If you feel that I"m being disrespectful, of course I care enough about you to hear you out. It wasn't about her, it was about being told those things in an email. All that time....all that "real" time and I get an email.

I am sorry I lied to you. Sorry for a lot of things in my life. Sorry I couldn’t get it straight years ago. I’m trying. Let me do that my way. I’m not angry. I’m confused, hurting and not wanting to make these same mistakes again.

Thanks…

To anyone that saw what they saw and is going ‘hey where’d that go?’ it’s wrong to post very personal things. I did it because I was acting childish and was hurting like crazy.

I care about you. I will forever, even though I try to stop. I only want the best for you. I will have respect for you. Please do the same for me…let me have my one lousy thing right now. You don't have to agree with it, just let me have it.

“t”: Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your internet hair....it is time for Eine Körperschuß

Me: listen....
Me: can I mess up your hair?
“t”: anytime you want
2:48 a.m. ::
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