Beginning is easy...Continuing is hard.

I created a live journal 3 years ago...I never wrote in it and then I forgot the password. I deleted it today and began this one.

I'm determined to at least have one entry this time. I figured if I did it now and wrote my password down somewhere, this one might not be doomed to failure...we'll see.

I'm not really sure how I feel about writing stuff where everyone can read it, but then again, I'm not quite sure that anyone will care what I have to say. Really, the reason I decided to finally create another journal is that I like writing more than talking. I express myself much better on paper than with my mouth, but it's messy and takes too long. If I make a mistake while I'm writing I have this insatiable urge to start over...until it's perfect. When you're typing...you can just hit backspace...alot and it's still really fast.

I hate being a perfectionist. I'm getting better...I think. I'm not sure if it's because I've come to the sane, responsible and rather adult realization that though life is not perfect, it must go on...or that I just don't care sometimes and I realize my life has become way to fucked up to ever be perfect. I think it's proabably the latter.


"The thing that is really hard, and really amazing, is giving up on being perfect and beginning the work of becoming yourself."
Anna Quindlen