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.
Hey Man [Now You're Really Living]
Eels
Do you know what it's like to fall on the floor
And cry your guts out 'til you got no more
Hey man now you're really living
Have you ever made love to a beautiful girl
Made you feel like it's not such a bad world
Hey man now you're really living
Do you know what it's like to care too much
'bout someone that you're never gonna get to touch
Hey man now you're really living
Have you ever sat down in the fresh cut grass
And thought about the moment and when it will pass
Hey man now you're really living
Just saw the sun rise over the hill
Never used to give me much of a thrill
But hey man now i'm really living