 It's almost time for bed. | 07/24/2005 9:16 p.m. Tomorrow is my fake-first day at work. The fake first day is the day that you have orientation and you learn the rules at the place in charge of the place you work. Tuesday is my real-first day of work. I'm scared. I'm thinking about relocating my words. It's too frustrating to deal with Diaryland being picky about when I can and can not write/post entries. I don't feel as I can be as open here as I want to be. I feel that I've outgrown this name and I don't want to hyphenate another username and thus, I've outgrown this place. I've been blogging here since before I graduated high school, when you could have the first username you wanted, when the member's page also included the number of members. I remember before Buddy Lists and before Perceptions and before the cool kids were the Cool Kids. I participated (and came close to winning) a Diary Survivor. (What was I thinking!?) I've made very, very dear friends here (including the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. For real.) There is a great community to be had here, but I don't feel that it's the one for me. This became much more dramatic than I intended it to be. Life is very hard right now. But it will get better. It has to.
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