with a click of a button, my inner thoughts, feelings, emotions and funny pictures of cats are up for grabs, and I wonder what that will mean for me in ten, twenty, however many years.
my thoughts don’t feel private.
as soon as I think a thought, I consider whether or not it’s Facebook-status worthy.
it’s usually not, but I do it anyway.
it’s catharsis I’m looking for, and since I’m not finding it in drugs, alcohol, therapy or repressed childhood memories, I keep writing, keep blogging, keep tumbling.
it helps, I think, because I get to say things that I don’t always feel brave enough to say in person.
moo.
