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9:51 p.m. - 2004-07-13

confessions

I'm cheating on you, Diaryland. Can you feel it? In my slight coldness... my warm over-compensation when you pursue me for answers? I've met someone else. I still love you- don't get me wrong. I will always need what Diaryland can give me. But there's someone else now. Another diary. It fulfills other needs... I have many needs, you know. This diary will always be needed for my anonymous outpourings. Some of my best writing has gone into this blog, and some of my most temperamental angst. I still need this place to hide from the terrible prospect of being unveiled.

But she leant across the table, this breathtakingly sexy friend of mine, and told me that she'd started blog. And it hit me, just like that: if I wanted to be able to share my online writing with her (and oh how I want to do that) then I would have to move away from Diaryland to do it. There is too much here that should not be seen by the people I love. I will continue to need this space for that. But this other space... well... perhaps I have reached a time when I can show little parts of myself, little cleaned-up decontaminated parts of me for general consumption. And perhaps it will not cause the major catastrophes it has caused in the past.

Then again, perhaps it will. Who knows?

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