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I like the idea of having all my thoughts down somewhere.
But how to release to an unending group of strangers my most personal thoughts as the time I have to do so and the weight of what I wish to flow share an inverse property is...
The worse part is the part thats my own fault. Very clearly, to receive feedback, one must initiate interaction with others. I've been an ass and have been avoiding even looking at others work in my messages because it has heaped itself into insurmountability. I jump at every comment I get, unsure and failing of how to answer, and so am left with too many good people unanswered.

I am running out of effort. I don't have the energy or pride to write a page long entry.

Boulevard of broken dreams was a song on the radio when I was in kindergarden. Because kids are always learning, they listen to everything, even if they don't quite get it all. The concept of a man having his shadow as his only and last friend in the world is probably least alienable by children, and the song was good. When browsing the internet, I came across the lyrics, and have only found the unclean version