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05.01.05 - 11:50 am I'm taking a break from LJ. I realized that I ended up saying the same stuff every day, yet never really feeling like it came across. I used it as a medium through which I communicated with other people, not as a journal. Good intentions, wrong usage. Right purpose? Does it matter? Not really. I felt so constrained. The same stuff happened in life, too. I say the same things to the same people everyday. And as I leave for college, I realize that I'm moving away from these people in a natural, yet somewhat unwanted way. I'm cycling through my 8-month friend thing, but I think for the last time. But this is the final last time; I'm leaving these people for good. Leaving this house, leaving Portland, leaving Oregon. Leaving the Northwest. For a girl who fears change, I can only find solace in the fact that I'm staying on the West Coast. Where is this going? No where. Train of thought. I need to get back to studying. I just dropped by to say that I'm home.
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