I opened my Dreamwidth journal again. Well. I wanted somewhere it's not too crazy and fast like Twitter. Crazy, because the onslaught of news there; it's just insane. Sometimes, I just want to delete Twitter, but most of the fandom I belong to is there. It's where I have the most following for my art. So I cannot do that. But I wanted to write more words, too. I did not want to format HTML and all that shit in my art portfolio. Speaking of, visit it. Please look at my art, because I know it deserves to be looked at. I think it is pretty. I might be wrong, but I worked on it :)
So here I am.
I have tried keeping a personal diary, but it always fails. I want to connect with strangers, to tell my story, I suppose. My bestfriend had warned me against it, saying it is a sort of oversharing. I suppose it is. And I just have to withhold information.
Today is Mother's day where I live. I have felt numb all day. I do not have a close relationship with her. She might think that, but she barely knows me. I feel jealous, I suppose, of those with a better relationship with their parents. I do not feel like I belong to this family.