Anonymous-ity really provides such power to say all.
I would just type and type and type.
Never skipping a thought.
No thought was told it wasn't good enough to be written down.
Self-censorship. That's sort of what it feels like. I have to sort through what I want to write and turn some things down. It's not that i'm ashamed of anything. Wait, I take that back. Ashamed was the wrong word. It's just that I'm not entirely comfortable enough with some things going on in my life to just convey them to the world. I guess my focus on the topics was different. In my "secret" blog, I was writing to myself. I wrote to share things with myself, in hope of better understanding of my own thoughts. With this blog site, I feel like I have an audience, even though I really don't.
Damn you perspective.
Damn you to hell.
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