The internet has rejected me. No one has any respect for me anywhere. I've had my attention drawn to this recently, and it's kind of sad. This has been the most respectful, friendly, accomodating community that I have ever been on, so I guess maybe that's why I'm coming back. I hate the sitdiary.net address, I hate all the "2.0" ideas, and I hate all the changes, but I'm here. Because the original thing that I loved so much, the reason I hate the changes, is really still here. It's the format of the diaries. It's the people. It's the consistency and solidarity and integrity of the design. Such Is This. I loved the idea of that phrase. I googled it one day and found sitdiary. I wish there still was a Such Is This dotcom. Because there should be. In any case, my point was initially to be that I'm closing down my myspace and in the future attempting to use it only to stalk people. I might make my livejournal friends-only too. I might withdraw from society completely, no one would notice or care anyway. I'm going to remove these ear-piercings, as soon as I can bring myself to want to. I wish I could acquiesce to the demands of the world. I've been taught all my life that I'm a burden, and I don't believe it for a second, but I still hate making myself one. It lacks social propriety. And that bugs me. {nothing better to say, nothing left either} [Look Right Through Me]