It's weird writing just for me. Its just like my diary-- but not. Its still "out there" on the net and that makes it risky. Its not just for me.. but then, what is a diary? Even as a 12, 15, 19 year old I felt strongly that someone would eventually be browsing my diary after I'm gone, or potentially behind my back while I was here. Any written record is essentially, not safe.
And yet its helpful to write down thoughts. It organizes them. Maybe all I really need out of this is to write it all down in a word processor then immediately erase. But then, I've always been forward-thinking. To a fault even. I anticipate wanting to see my past through my words one day. And for that reason, I keep them.
It's so easy to ramble when its just for you, and too easy to be overly brief when writing for others. I would really like to find the medium. I still think I was a born writer, but when I put it to practice I feel sloppy and impatient.
I already miss my readers. I guess I didnt really realize that people were still reading this....
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