So it's almost been a year, apparently, since I killed off my xanga. I remember it with extreme fondness, but can't believe it took me until middle of senior year to kill it. Maybe it was December 31st, 2005. Maybe I should check.
For me, Xanga was a slander machine, a tool for infinite slander. It made me angry. Catharsis doesn't work, because writing angry things makes one more angry. Internet communication is not communication (unless it's instant messaging, than it's kind of close), and I suggest that most people try using words with other people instead of just writing mean things about them.
Also, no one reads this. A lot of people read my xanga. Thank GOD I killed it.
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