I hate my blog right now… I just went through and read some of my posts and, really?
Why do you people read this bull shit? I sound very different than I feel when I write it. That means, I’m not accomplishing my intentions as a writer.
And I feel tired of making my inner feelings so vulnerable to the outside world.
I can’t seem to easily stop talking to my blog; it’s compulsive and is beginning to reach it’s limits of positivity and transform into a negative in my life.
I’m feel like a lush of a writer. I need to return to the private, safe, thick, heavy pages of my bound, black journal.