createBlog Diary, version 4 Options

[*Azarel*]

Originally started by fathin_felix. Great idea.

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Old one was 22 pages. Diary? Self-explanitory? I think so. Don't post in here solely to comment on someone else's day.. you can quote them, but don't make that your post.

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Dear createBlog Diary,
I suppose it's been a long while since I've really written anything. I still can't find the inspiration I once had. Just, sometimes, I miss writing. Makes me feel empty, yanno? Time to ramble on some more.

Last night, I felt utterly tired, for no reason. I mean, I'm on freaking spring break, I shouldn't feel tired of anything, really. But I realized I was. I was sitting here on the computer, with nothing to do, nobody to talk to, nothing to relate to. I hated that feeling of utter.. boredom. I still don't know why. I guess I still haven't grown out of the phase where I can't see past the monotony of life. It's almost over though, high school, I mean. More than halfway.

And I can't believe break is more than half over already too. It used to be that the days would drag by, but already, it's Thursday, and I have yet to accomplish anything. Party tomorrow night at Jenn's, and I kind of want to go. At the same time though, I don't. I guess I'm worn out at the moment.

There's nobody to call late at night anymore. People are in school, they have work, whatever. I don't like keeping people up if they have things to do the next day-- it makes me feel bad. And I've been waking up so late nowadays. It makes me feel like a lazy pig. I dunno. I suppose it's just me. Is all, for now. Until next time.
-Me.

[*stephinika*]

dear cb diary,

i am in here way too often but i can't help it...i keep on thinking of things to say that i don't wanna say on my own xanga so yeah...i come here instead.
i just realized how oddly grateful i am for that incident on the bus ride home on friday...on the way home from the retreat i had that problem when i couldn't breathe...yeah it scared the shit out of me, but apparently it scared the shit out of a couple others, which in an odd way showed me how much they really cared...then he got to take care of me. he was the first to stand up and help me off the bus to get some fresh air. he held my hand and held me close and whispered that things would be alright. he helped me on to the other bus and kept a tight hold of me to make sure i'm okay. he let me sleep on his shoulder. he helped me carry my stuff afterwards and everything too once we arrived back at school. finally when i had to leave for home, he hugged me close and kissed me on the top of my head.
i've never felt so safe and loved.