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Friday, March 03, 2006

Shh.

You know when you have all these secrets, you just feel like you're about to burst. I feel like that right at this very moment.

I want to tell you what happened yesterday, but I can't.

I want to tell you about this other thing, but I can't.

I want to tell you about next week, but I can't.

Fucking shit for a fucking Internet. I hate that I can't tell you anything. I have to tip toe around you like you're some super sensitive friend that you can't say anything to without worrying she'll cry about it when you leave.

I have so many good and bad news, that I wouldn't even know where to begin. Luckily, I have a real diary. I write in it maybe once every 6 months, but once I start an entry it usually goes on for 15 pages of me just rambling on and on, saying everything that's in this head of mine. And the beauty of it is no one will read it! It's just for me and me alone. And I don't have to worry about punctuation or other people commenting and giving me their 2 cents on how I should fix my life. And it's not on a computer, which is just so awesome to me! Cause I don't have to deal with anything shutting down or freezing or whatever other annoying fucking things happen when I'm in the middle of writing something I think is funny.

Shit, I hope I didn't hurt my blog's feelings. Don't worry pretty blog. I still think you're cool. If you were one of my children. I'd secretly tell you, you were my favorite. But don't tell the others, okay?

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