Dear Diary, Mood: Desperate

The last time I expressed my personal feelings over the internet was two minutes ago on Twitter.But, beyond just a mere sentence or two referring to today's bowel movements, livejournal was my haven for angst-filled, Dashboard Confessional inspired paragraphs on my middle school boyfriend's crater tongue, and hours worth of AIM fights with my best friend.

I like to think I've slowly evolved away from delving my personal life all over the internet, but now that people can disperse their narcissism over so many websites, my narcissism really has no limit. I post pictures on tumblr, write facebook statuses and twitter updates and mobile updates and poop updates and likes about poop updates to almost a thousand of my closest "friends".

I really do miss my Xanga/livejournal/deadjournal at this point. At least I got to decorate them. My internet personality contains no virtual colors, sparkles, or borders. It's one big never-ending mess, where everyone is a guilty witness to my overexposure.

This is my ultimate first world problem. What the fuck is my internet personality if I'm just incessantly overexposing myself?! It's not like my real one even matters. Everyone has a multitude of personalities to choose from that are all so easily identifiable it's fucking gross, hilarious, and THE WORST. But, I want my own! Here are some examples I could choose from:

mysteriously anonymous indie chick, takes too many photobooth pictures of herself with her cat. Just because the contents of her face aren't applicable to FACEbook, doesn't make her more interesting. But, she does bring all the semi-virginal androgynous boys to the yard.

The one on the far left corner has 4,500 friends. She loves reminding them that she LOVES HER SISTERS SO MUCH!!!!! But, it's easy to love so many people that look like exactly like you. I hate too many people to even be blessed with taking a group photo, and probably way too homosexist.

This is the worst. Performing as a demon drone will probably get me the most crusty inclined girlfriends, but also a variety of infectious diseases. I don't even understand the origins of this personality, other than it's completely weird, desperate, and horrifying.

Just like me?