how ironic that i find it so comforting to write inanities here now that i am convinced no one reads this anymore. for today at least, i find my being alone in this forum so refreshing. there is no one to judge, no one to think i am crazy, no one to rebuke my paranoia.
it is as if, today, i can be just me. without the afterthought. without the maquillage. without the armor.
i know i always liked seeing but not really being seen. and now i am talking but not really being heard. feels like much of the same. i like it.
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