Sometimes I just open this page up and stare at the blank-ness of the page, I don't know how to put some of the things inside of me into words. Even if it's not that important or if it's really important to say out loud, or write.
Sometimes I think that my blog is a little bit of a security blanket for me. I've had it for years and for years I have told it things I would never say to people. Somehow the thought of people reading my thoughts doesn't scare me as much as me having to say them. It's really no different. The point is still there, the words are still true.
Sometimes I think that my blog is a little bit of a security blanket for me. I've had it for years and for years I have told it things I would never say to people. Somehow the thought of people reading my thoughts doesn't scare me as much as me having to say them. It's really no different. The point is still there, the words are still true.
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