His way or no way, totalitarian.

I haven't updated this in almost a year.
I've sold my internet soul to greatestjournal and myspace.

We're all very happy together.

Ha, I remember starting this journal. I was big on the whole sneaking around and not letting anyone know it was me leaving comments on their blogs.
That didn't last long though. I've always been horrible at keeping secrets like that. You can do lotsa stuff with this one now, though.

I don't know why I'm bothering to update now, honestly. The only person who ever read this was Kelly Jo, and I sincerely doubt that she even recalls its existance.

I know I'm not the only one who continues to look at one person's journal day after day, even after months of no updates... but I'm not going to flatter myself and say anyone does that to me.
Especially not on here.

Perhaps, since no one reads this anyway, I could just post all the stuff that I want to say but can't, and let poor unsuspecting blog-stalkers stumble across my pent up anger.

Ha, aren't we dramatic?

I'm not really all that angry. In fact, if I had to pick an adjective to describe me, angry would be among the last, along with tan. Snow White has nothing on me in the winter.

I don't have any friends. Isn't that sad? I feel that's safe to say here. You won't tell, will you? With my luck, every single person I've ever met will now find this and I'll be hounded on over and over again. Oh boy.
Perhaps I should try to rephrase that...

I have friends. Lots of them, actually. I rarely meet a person I don't like. But that's the thing. I like a lot of different things in a lot of different people, making it impossible for me to have any real, close friends.
I haven't talked to anyone, aside from small talk and school related matters, in months. Mostly its my fault. I kind of pulled away from the two friends who hadn't abandoned me. Sorry, Tommy and Laura, if you read this.

But maybe that's how its suppose to be. Maybe I'm not suppose to have anyone close to me. After Shadow was killed, I just... didn't feel like talking to anyone ever again... and I kind of didn't.

Don't get me wrong, I'm having the time of my life. I laugh constantly, and I'm happier than I've been in years.
Just... very lonely.
Sometimes I think it would be nice to have someone I could call without having to explain myself.

Goodness... for making this a "sorry I haven't posted in a year" type of entry, I sure have rambled.
I'm like that relative at Christmas that you can't get away from. You better go, or I'll be pulling out the wallet photos.

Who am I even talking to?
Meh, it doesn't matter.
I should go anyway. Perhaps I'll be around again soon.
It was nice talking to you... whoever you are.