Dear Diary,

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Not even sure why I have begun to use this space as a more personal journal than a purely relational Radiohead space. I think I feel safer here to blog my demons out. But in truth, I don't think they are demons. I love them too much.

I love my excesses. I love the fact that I want things I am not supposed to want. And that I seem determined to get them.

I am enjoying my own wrongness within a righteous world. The thing I want is love and the expression of that love.

I guess the demon in it all is that as I pursue this love, I may be pushing other pre-existing love and beauty away. Not my intention.

And I am doubtlessly making myself very very vulnerable to possible hurt in so many dimensions.

OK. Got that, Dear Diary?