I was going to post
I was going to post some hunky dory thing about my x-mas…what I got, how everyone liked their stuff, blah blah blah. Fuck it.
This journal, blog, whateverthefuckitisnow is just bringing trouble. I just started this to let me feelings out, but over time realized that if this IS public I really can’t say EXACTLY what is on my mind because anyone and exactly that person would be reading and I’m only lying to myself by saying that I don’t care if they read it. So yeah, I’ve written thoughts, but hid the real ones, wrote what I thought people would enjoy (more like an embelishment on minute thoughts) and kept my honest feelings, dreams, and emotions to myself.
A lot of good that did me.
Now, what I write in this collection of 0’s and 1’s is trusted more than what I actually say. Not what was supposed to happen and not what I wanted, but is so. Farewell for a while, or at least until I sort myself out and even if I want to do this anymore. I have a feeling I’ll be back.
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