Friday, 10 July 2009.

An online diary is kind of fail.

For instance, if there's anything I'd tell pretty much anyone, sure, I write it up here, but what's the big deal? Might as well tell someone. Things I've only told three or four people (I don't think I have any complete, unknown-to-the-world secrets) wouldn't go up here, but isn't that the first thing one writes in a diary? I could lock this, but then what's the point of having it online?

I suppose the thing is, a blog isn't really a diary at all. I can say that I'm torn because my two friends are at loggerheads after their break-up; I can say that I'm worried because I really like someone and I don't know what to do about it; I can say that I'm confused and upset for what is often the stupidest of reasons; I can say that I'm annoyed by being seen more as a subordinate than a friend; but what I can't give is the details, and isn't that the whole point?

Aaaargh. I need more people I can pointlessly emo at. And trust, trust is important.

I have this vague feeling that Literature class is going to pwn. I always get good grades in that, which is why it surprises me so much when even Claire says she doesn't want to remember her Lit grade. I guess (I HOPE) there are always going to be some things that I stay better at, no matter how many Year 3 modules she talks her way into.

....I wish I could accelerate in Literature or something.

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