when I see that people have been reading this, or have stumbled upon it - my first reaction is fear. my second, is if they understood it - or if they could pick it apart. or something. or if they spent the time to go through each post and see where I was coming from. but no - 4 minutes wouldn’t have been long enough to do that.
sometimes I forget that I have this space and what a wonderful outlet it is. I suppose I prefer the idea of having something I’ve written read, than thrown into the vastness of the internet so I spend more time mustering up bullshit that can be read by the public, instead of something of substance. don’t know - this is 21st century romantics. a ladys lost crys on her secret online journal.
ahhhh life.
