2:08 p.m. - 2004-05-11
minusmydeath
So. Minusmydeath.
Oh, the teenage angst! Oh, the poetic sadness. What fun to review the brain matter of someone else! Please, can I do it more often?!!
I don't mean to be a bitch, but I have three words to say about this journal: What.The.Fuck. Why am I reviewing a journal with barely a month's worth of entries, with stream of consciousness crap that I couldn't care less about, with really long IM conversations that I'm certainly not going to read?
This was SO not my thing, I'm sorry to say. The layout is fine, whatever. It acommodates the sparseness of the content. This journal is obviously just for you, a personal journey through your life and your mind, and I don't feel like I have any business inside it. Some people might like stuff like this, but I don't. I like regular, boring journals that are straight forward about what they're feeling and I can actually understand what the fuck they're talking about.
So, sorry about that. I give you a thumbs down and some popcorn.
