Thinking about shutting down this community

Due to lack of intrest and participation. I will be working in my own journal over the winter break from school, but...it seems as if no one else is interested.

If you are interested in continueing this community, please comment here. I will see what I get back as far as feedback and go from there.

Thanks.
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Hello to all the new people who have signed up this week.

I am sorry that I have not been around. I have been dealing with the ramifications of not sleeping very much in the past few weeks. It directly affects my mental illness, among other things. I am not making many rational choices, and am often not able to put a sentence together. So I am working on trying ti get myself to sleep, and stay out of the hospital. But that may be the only way for me to get better. So I may be gone for a bit, but I will be back.

I keep getting requests to join the community, and I approve them, but no one has really posted so I am not sure if its just shyness, or you just want to watch, or what. I'd love to see this community grow in a positive way, and participation to increase.

because sometimes I still forget....



This says:Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore)
"Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. You change direction, but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverised bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about."





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