Living in a digital world
So here I am, getting sucked into another on line self expression site that I will inevitably get addicted to, and I have mixed feelings about it. One of my favorite things in the whole world is writing in my journal. It is super cute. It is a Tiffany-blue leather with red embroidered flowers and crystal beads intertwined with the flowers. I love everything about that book of mine. I even love the spacing of the lines because it makes me write smaller so that I can keep my journal longer without cheating and writing big so that I get to go journal shopping. Because they are officially my most favorite thing to shop for. So I am wondering, why I am doing this on the computer when I love more than anything writing in my little blue book.
I still don't have an answer.
Especially because this is basically a public thing for any random asshole to read and no one has ever read my journal before... ever. Well, except once but it was definetely behind my back and I still hold a slight grudge, (and I'm not one to hold grudges). So, please don't judge. Even though I don't think that I will write anything of judging material on this due to my self consciousness.
Anyway, I swear they'll get better than this. I just didn't want anyone to think I was losing sight of my therapy sessions that take place in my little blue book. It just wouldn't be fair.
I still don't have an answer.
Especially because this is basically a public thing for any random asshole to read and no one has ever read my journal before... ever. Well, except once but it was definetely behind my back and I still hold a slight grudge, (and I'm not one to hold grudges). So, please don't judge. Even though I don't think that I will write anything of judging material on this due to my self consciousness.
Anyway, I swear they'll get better than this. I just didn't want anyone to think I was losing sight of my therapy sessions that take place in my little blue book. It just wouldn't be fair.