I love love, the pain makes me feel alive, yadda yadda, the same old rambling bs. One thing I now want to say is that, yes, I write like that in my regular (paper) journal, too; the one that no one reads. So don't call me a whore (not an lj whore, at least) cause I'm still writing for me.
Except for the majority of that last paragraph (everything after the first sentence), which was addressed at you, the viewer.
Christ, must I always contradict myself? Stupid! God hates stupid babies! *bangs head into wall repeatedly*
Look! A distraction!