To Whom It May Concern... and no not you..
This summer I feel I've undergone a change so drastic I'm still settling in. People who knew me mere months ago now would probably look at me with expressions of confusion or utter awkwardness. They wouldn't know how to respond to things I do or say. I find it really funny that out of all places to pour my heart out, I choose a public blog where I can be judged and commented on for speaking how I feel. But if I really cared about that, I probably wouldn't be still writing.
Why do people blog? Why do I want to offer up my personal life to everyone with access to tha net? It puts me in quite a vulnerable position... Also, in the words of Rushmore, "Nihilo sanctum estne?" Yeah, I used Latin, google it if you have to. Google is my knight.
I don't expect people to read any of this, and if they do, I pity them for boring themselves with the utter shit that goes from my head to fingers to keys to webpage.
Shit seems to come together when I write here. Every shitty thing seems to make sense. My mind is shit. Shit shit shit. No matter where I go. I can't seem to get it right.
Why do people blog? Why do I want to offer up my personal life to everyone with access to tha net? It puts me in quite a vulnerable position... Also, in the words of Rushmore, "Nihilo sanctum estne?" Yeah, I used Latin, google it if you have to. Google is my knight.
I don't expect people to read any of this, and if they do, I pity them for boring themselves with the utter shit that goes from my head to fingers to keys to webpage.
Shit seems to come together when I write here. Every shitty thing seems to make sense. My mind is shit. Shit shit shit. No matter where I go. I can't seem to get it right.