[That was my 365th blog post on this blog. That's a lot. It should have taken me a year. Sadly, it didn't. It has taken me something like two years and a month. I'm getting better, I think. But I'm not great.]
[I guess I kind of want this blog to be a reflection of my life. So far, it has been. It was unrealistically happy during Kayla, and achingly sad when I burned myself at the end. It was melancholy for a long time, and then hopeful with Lauren. Now it's just confused. Future? Who knows. Stupid blog. Get your life together.]
[That last paragraph is too truthful. Maybe I should take it out.]
[The point is that if you're reading this, you're probably not meant to. This has been an entirely public diary, but it's secret. It reveals bits of me that I shouldn't probably give away. Still, I'm glad you're here. I'm glad you're along for the ride. (You too, Google sitetrawler.) I'll probably continue writing more truth than fiction and drawing a bit too much on my own life. I'll keep skipping days and blogging too much on others. If you're willing, maybe I'll write about you sometime. Keep a weather eye out, and maybe you'll show up.]
[I hope the right people read this blog. I hope it tells them what I'm not capable of saying to their face. I hope it erases their doubts about me, clears up some ambiguities, and reassures them. But I doubt very much that it happens.]
To the future. To the past. To me.
Cheers.
[Have a fantastic day.]
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Yeah, don't write about me. But the rest is awesome. Congratulations.
ReplyDeleteI think I may have at some point. Dunno anymore.
ReplyDeleteYou can write about me all you want. I'd be honored. Also, I love this. This is one of my favorite posts of yours. There is just a.....virtue...of sorts in it. Almost an undertone of honorable sacrifice or something. Don't ask, it's just....there..and it works.
ReplyDeleteHaha. Ok. The only real part of the post is the bit that isn't in brackets. So I assume you're talking about the bracketed material.
ReplyDeleteIt was . . . humbling to write? I guess? I'm too honest with the Internet. But the point is that if you were to ask me to my face, I would say the same thing. So where's the harm?
. . . It's really rather full of charm.
ReplyDelete(Be quiet now! I mean it.
Anybody want a peanut?)