Hi

Hi.

I don't know how many of you read this one, but I just remembered it after last night. I suppose an explanation is in order, and from here, this is basically the reason why my journal has been deleted. It's safe to write it here. No one can find this one with the other one temporarily (temporarily) deleted.

The floor upon which I live has found out what I write. Now, it wasn't that bad when just the few people knew. But then they told EVERYONE. So I had approx. 20 people at once confronting me about this. Now, the ones who weren't okay with it kinda went: 'fucking freak', while the ones who *were* fine went: 'Yeah, this sucks, I can fucking do better.'

The deletion of my journal (and the taking down of my site), is like I said, only temporary. It's a move to make sure no one can find stuff and have it proof/evidence/gambits against me. Hopefully, by tonight/tomorrow morning, there will be some kind of new thing that will be the new discussion and I can come back.

Please understand I don't mean to piss anyone off. This really made me numb. First, there was the crying til I couldn't see/breathe. I think I actually had a visceral reaction to it, because there's no way one bottle of Smirnoff Ice makes me throw up the way I did.

I honestly hate this, and I want to be back and writing.

I made my choice.

I belong here. I belong with the writing. I belong with slash.

But for now, I just need the heat to die down.

Love, AndreaLyn