I found Prosebox two days ago. I felt something like joy and relieve. This could possibly be the place I have been looking for. A place to call an online home. Back when I was fifteen I used Open Diary. I wrote a little and read so much. I loved how honest people were. There was one entry that stuck to me named, ‘ the warmth of the machine’, for a long time I never understood it’s meaning (a sexual one) but it sounded beautiful when I said it. It rolled off my tongue.
After high school I used Tumblr. I genuinely enjoyed it. I tried my hardest to be honest. I loved how visual images could show someone’s soul. A series of images could define a person. For the next seven years, I poured myself into my Tumblr. I grew out of it, though. People in the real world thought it was their duty to tell my partner what I was writing about. I deleted all my hard work. My collection. My journal of that time of my life.
Two days ago I found Prosebox. I was Googling ‘open diary’. Sometimes I get nostalgic and look for something from that time. This came up. I have hope that I can let my guard down a little. Find a family here. Open up and have a place that I can put things in order and let them go.
Hello new home.
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