un-privating old unfinished entries because they are never going to get finished.
I am positive that I had stuff to talk about, and equally positive that my head is just a sieve. Or a wicker basket with no handles, and every time I try to put something new in, something else falls out, and when I stoop down to pick it up, something else falls out. And I can't let anything go so instead of straightening up and walking forward like a normal person, I'm just stooping over constantly. WOW I AM KING GOOD AT METAPHORRS
How much of caring is habit? (Someone make every word a different font, slap that on a pastel background, and post it to tumblr.) But really. I want to think that caring is just pure emotion, but it's a choice. And sometimes I do think that feelings follow actions, in that if you decide not to do things, the emotions associated with that just never emerge. I become less interested in SHINee/kpop fandom by the day. I still really like them but it's hard to stay interested when everything depresses me. Fandom is only going to get worse.
How much of caring is habit? (Someone make every word a different font, slap that on a pastel background, and post it to tumblr.) But really. I want to think that caring is just pure emotion, but it's a choice. And sometimes I do think that feelings follow actions, in that if you decide not to do things, the emotions associated with that just never emerge. I become less interested in SHINee/kpop fandom by the day. I still really like them but it's hard to stay interested when everything depresses me. Fandom is only going to get worse.
