half of it's you; half of it's me

Good practice, friends. Now it's time for the easiest part of any LiveJournaler's job. The cuts. Although I wasn't able to cut everyone I wanted to, I have cut a lot of you. Friend-of-a-friend I never speak to is cut. Girl I have nothing in common with is cut. Person I don't trust, you're gone. Person I never interact with, I like your hussle. That's why it was so hard to cut you. Congratulations, the rest of you made the team! Except you, you and you. But especially you.

what can i say? i find it cathartic to air dirty laundry. i put too much pressure on myself to make this perfect otherwise, and stop writing. i need to write daily—at the very least, in livejournal. it is going to be verbal diarrhea for a while, and i need people i trust, people who show an interest in whether i'm alive or not and who give a shit. i need sound advice, girly girls, tough love, catharsis, to record, to remember, and most of all to write.

defriend now or forever hold your peace! or don't. whatever. last post of the night!

"I assume that you love me, and you know what that means..."