I used to be a part of Open Diary and privately mourned its loss. I discovered it had gone the way of the dodo right around the same time my brother died of cancer - he had an account at OD, as well, and I was heart-stricken to discover that all of his entries had disappeared just when I needed them most. I miss him. I miss his words, recorded and disguised in his online diary. But my life goes on, as difficult as it may be some times.
I’m in Human Resources and find that sometimes you just need a place to vent about how ridiculous workplaces can be. Since I can’t do it with co-workers or friends/family sometimes (because of the confidentiality element), I’m hoping to do it here in a veiled, fuzzy-grey way.
I’m also a writer…but then, aren’t we all? Self-published to this point, although the string of rejections proves I’m still attempting to change that.
And so we begin.
This moment’s music:
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