There are very few thoughts I have that only I know about.
This is because I'm a writer and a female. I write about everything that happens to me,
and if I don't write about it, I talk about it. And I put it on all my social networking sites,
because...that's what humans do these days. We advertise and announce all our diary entries.
And to-do lists. And wishes. And complaints.
I've forgotten how important privacy of the mind is, I think.
I very, very rarely keep things to myself (I can keep others' secrets, but not my own).
People know where to go if they want to read my poetry, but that's more subliminal writing. If they want to read my drunk tweets, they know where to go for that. And if they want to see 700-something pictures of me, there's Facebook.
But this is going to be a secret I'd like to keep. Something private. I know blogs are meant to be read, but I hope this one is read by either people I don't know, or...yeah.
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