i dont really know what to write about now, not being on here as much -or at all really- for so long. my mind's come to a blank, and i just feel slightly... not empty, but like i have nothing of importance to write of. nothing that i can write in such a permanent environment at least. that's the thing about the Internet, once its here, its here. even if i deleted the post, if someone spent long enough trying to find it, and knew what they were doing, they could find it. if they really wanted to. that's what's so great about paper, possibly, and probably why i prefer a journal. no backspace button to change original ideas, and if i really detested something enough to get rid of it, i could. rip it up, put it in a shredder, and after a short amount of time, its gone, and no one,
no one could find it. i'm not sure what to think anymore, i'm slightly more or less confused, about everything really. who to like, who to trust, what to like, what to think, etc. so i've settled on not thinking about much. that's not as bad as it sounds, i'm thinking, but i don't like to think too hard about things. meaning, if it doesn't come easily, then maybe i shouldn't be thinking about it? i honestly don't know if that makes any sense to anyone, but then again, maybe that's why its a good thing that so few people are reading this.
no one could find it. i'm not sure what to think anymore, i'm slightly more or less confused, about everything really. who to like, who to trust, what to like, what to think, etc. so i've settled on not thinking about much. that's not as bad as it sounds, i'm thinking, but i don't like to think too hard about things. meaning, if it doesn't come easily, then maybe i shouldn't be thinking about it? i honestly don't know if that makes any sense to anyone, but then again, maybe that's why its a good thing that so few people are reading this.
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