Xanga is becomming a more interesting place. The more ya’ll share stuff, honest, spreading truth, knowledge, and justice, he that did not know shall know, it can change a life.

When I first became involved in this community, I would say crazy ass stuff, my ignornance, immaturity, and sexual frustrations show. After a point, I come to realize my immaturity, and this help me mature.

Xanga has made me a better person. I saw other people’s struggle, weaknesses, mentality, make me realize, we all special, crazy, vulnerable, from the dysfunctional xangans, to those who are successful IRL.

I did not bond or meet any xangan. But, however, I grew accustomed to styles of writing, each writer an element, a world of its own, a freaking personality.

I hate ti be specific. It is all jumbled up in my head, I visit a site, and for me, that IS like a social life, because, IRL, I don’t have one, because, I am too strange in person, but I can write.

I would like to see the day a lot of eighteen year old girls, pretty, come to this, and become my concubines, I mean, sex partners. But that is not going to happen due to me not putting effort, overall poverty, ect. But it is nice to dream, and I’ve always wanted to live like a king.

Meantime, IRL, today I start getting ready for moving to another house. I am nervous. New people, new struggles, new ways for me to get hurt. I feel worried right now.