I always wanted to keep a diary. Somewhere to think my thoughts out loud, but on paper. Something to read months later and marvel at what was meaningful or unrelenting in my life, leading me to wonder why it still was, or not. Something like that... I've read passages (long, rambling, buoyant passages) and thoughts that were written back in high school, after a number of years, and I could almost see the preforations separating the person I was then from the person I appear to be now. And the underlying essence that remains constant. (Love of Phil Collins' music for one and run-on sentences for another) So why not commit my inane drivel to the super information highway? Why not indeed. Thanks GeoCities. I'll start off with what this web page was reincarnated as (this is it's third life) when the diary idea originally went up in smoke due to lack of interest, on my own part. It's entitled 'Giving Up' and while I did, for nearly two months, I have since lapsed and am feeling none-too-proud, none-too-ashamed and happy for you delve into what I experienced, as I experienced it: |