In the spirit of spring, it is time to begin again.
I am contemplating a disappearance into the internets.
Or maybe a reinvention.
All I know is that there are things that I can't write about
or even think about
because
I
don't
know
who
you
are
and
if
you
really
need
to
know
all of this.
That's the funny thing.
Honesty here is all one-sided.
And if not that, it is subjective.
My truth might not be yours and yours not mine.
But how could we ever even know?
243 pages in Microsoft Word.
October 6th, 2003 to February 24th, 2006.
So tempting to delete it all.
3 comments:
What? A little dramatic, don't you think? Your writing style is interesting. I've read a lot of blogs that belong in the trash. This is not one of them.
Don't do what I did. You'll regret it. It's not liberating in the least.
I know. I know. I couldn't ever stop. I am just bored with life.
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