New York City, Travel


Writing in this thing is scary sometimes, because I don’t want to share too much, but at the same time this is a medium for me to share what I feel.  But then maybe feelings aren’t meant to be written or said on the internet.  There are many writers that make TMI be a good read, or they make it poetry, but others just sound winey and needy or showofy or entitled and I feel like that’s me.  I don’t know how to make what I feel sound inspirational and beautiful, and I don’t know how to make it entertaining and worth someone’s read and I don’t know how to sound not winey or needy.

I don’t know what I should expect out of writing on this, I don’t think that I should share so much, yet I feel like I should write everything as a sort of therapy.  I want to be vulnerable, but I don’t want to be judged.  I’ve been so scared of what people think about me for a while, and I don’t remember it always being that way.  I used to not care so much about people thinking I was cool or interesting, but now I care and it makes it so hard to write.  I almost wish I would’ve kept this blog anonymous, can I still?



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