Beginning.
This journal is for my private thoughts.
Something grates on your nerves, catches your attention, and you wish to share it with someone. Yet, a voice in your mind tells you to hold back. "Insensitivity will be the fall of you," it whispers, after a Shakespearean witch. "Hold your tongue, blasphemous heathen..."
But the unspoken thoughts fester inside until...
And so I write to dear Livejournal, who has neither ears to hear, tongue to chastise, nor heart to judge.
Something grates on your nerves, catches your attention, and you wish to share it with someone. Yet, a voice in your mind tells you to hold back. "Insensitivity will be the fall of you," it whispers, after a Shakespearean witch. "Hold your tongue, blasphemous heathen..."
But the unspoken thoughts fester inside until...
And so I write to dear Livejournal, who has neither ears to hear, tongue to chastise, nor heart to judge.
