a journal entry about not writing journal entries. what a lovely contradiction.

oblation
originally uploaded by sextonfurnival.

it has really become a chore now.

updating LJ. keeping tabs on my life. writing down odd conversations, text exchanges, mid-afternoon dreams, fleeting half-thoughts. my pretensions to writing and artsy-ness.

it's tiring.

or maybe it's a sign that i've finally come to see life (or a lack of it) as something that should be lived, instead of being something to be written about. there are other stuff that i could write about (whether they are really worth writing or not is a different thing altogether); but there is only so much energy i could exert into thinking up of a way of presenting what i wanted to say and actually writing everything down.

not that keeping a journal is something i've already outgrown. or that it doesn't interest me anymore. there is no dislike, nor a complete lack of interest. but it's no longer a necessity.

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maybe more of my future entries will be kept private.
to borrow an idea from , i will be mosty performing only for myself from now on.