Was making an attempt to figure out a better template, but I tired of it quickly. Darn ADHD. However in my wanderings came across a template that was titled Beautiful Disaster. Liked that way of defining things. Kinda feel like that explains me. Those that truly know me, know my heart, but right now I am just a wacked out disaster. I have to believe in something positive....ok so no I don't...but if I don't, those that are reading this will probably track me down and beat me. My intention for this blog is to remain anonymous for the most part because this is not for anyone's health but mine. So if you have discovered this or I have given you the link, please take no offense to anything I say because I am at least doing you the courtesy of not calling you out by name. And besides, this is for me to express shit. So deal. Go bash me on your own blog. Just don't tell me bout it because I have a bad habit of being overly sensitive to that stuff. But I gotta vent somewhere. I'm bad at keeping secrets...but at the same time it is kinda different to carry a secret and be unknown. Is it really wrong that I have no intention of showing this blog to some of those very closest to me? By closest to me I mean those in my immediate everyday life and or immediate family members. (If I did give you this site and you didn't stumble on it by accident, not that anyone would, consider yourself one of the elite.) Does that make me a horrible person?
No idea really why I'm posting. Oh yea, a Beautiful Disaster. Yep, that's me. All this crap is dragging up all kinds of crap from my past that I never actually dealt with...I just faced it long enough to package it up in a nice little bottle and throw it into the abyss that is my mind....guess this post doesn't technically count either. Still feel very emotionally detached from it all...almost like I'm not sure how to truly access it....
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