S'funny - only four posts in September. Every week, I go to therapy. I know, I know, it's like my little secret, the way some people like, I dunno, listening to Britney Spears when they're alone. I like having that hour, so I can say whatever the hell I want and it's out there and that makes things okay, 'cause I said it so everything isn't all big inside my head.
Anyway, every week, my therapist... ugh, 'therapist', asks me what have I blogged about and lately it's just been, "Nothing". I'm not blogging 'cause I don't know what to say. I'm not blogging because the truth is, I can't deal with strangers knowing things about me that I didn't even really want anyone to know.
In the beginning, it seemed like a good idea. I was able to get all of this stuff out that was bothering me, and people were crazy supportive and it was fine. It's still fine. People read, whatever, and they know and they form their opinions... But it was when it kinda hit me that certain people were reading this blog, and talking about it... Not to me, but to others... Well, that bugged me. I'm not gonna pretend it didn't.
I'm just human, like everyone else and yeah, that kinda shit gets me. It upsets me.
I'm not gonna say I'm never gonna blog here ever again, 'cause who knows? Maybe I'll be back tomorrow! But just for the record, I didn't run outta words, I just ran outta strength and I got tired pretending I didn't know what was going on.
Most people who read this probably won't have a clue what this is about, but I'm guessing a few will know exactly and... I'm not too sure what is appropriate to say to those people. So... yeah.