I decided I shouldn't trust an online diary as much as I trust this glazecovered kingdom. Sad, but Internet is not exactly the place where you can trust people. You think you know them, for you have talked for hours, but you are strangers, even if it doesn't feel like it. I know how it is when you have no one to trust, so you go online. Why? You can trust people you meet here even less, and you also have to be careful not to reveal your real name, hometown, phone number, and such.

I thought I found a perfect place to vent, to just ramble on without having other people look at you like the weirdo you are. Maybe it was, but my paranoid inner person decided to stop trusting.

Why am I even writing this entry? I guess to explain the people I found through this diary why there's less and less of me on its pages.
Doesn't mean I'm through with being the glazecovered person I am. Afterall, there's no feeling like going to my guestbook and see people care. Somewhat care...


For the sake of plug - here are awesome people with awesome diaries that I met through D*land - Dot, Stephanie, Kate, Melissa, and Sommer.

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