Ah, sometimes who you are can be a mystery even to yourself. I write stream of consciousness in a notebook every day, in hopes that one day, a me from the future who is wiser and more knowledgeable will analyze the clues I leave and tell me who I am.
I had forgotten about having created a site with the transcribed version of these entries; I kept the site as an electronic backup for my notebooks. I just remembered it today, even though I was a little nervous about not being able to remember its address.
I’ve been writing less on this blog due to probably a need to weed its readership down to a more intimate crowd. I miss the days of being able to write very vunerable, personal, pathetic, sad, angry, cruel, insane expressions of myself. But honestly, I have no problem with sharing these things with people I trust and care about. I mean, hey, it’s life, right? We’re all scared.