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?