So many things have had happened that I feel like there's not enough words or time to fully express what I'm feeling. Actually, there's no way for me to decipher what I'm feeling; all I know is that my heart feels like it's beating quite forcefully against my chest wall cavity.
Why the digital media? I have finished my first journal and now onto my second one. But the privacy (or time) is not there anymore. I have lost that one place I know I could put my thoughts and no one can judge me for it. Now I feel like I have to watch everything I do and everything I say. Damned if I do and damned if I don't. Honestly, I have never been in this situation before that I am uncertain as how to proceed.
It shows that my last blog post was January 2011 and it was me referring to 2010 as "The Voldemort Year"... little did I know that Life was not done throwing it's infinite shit at me (I'd figure it'd give another poor soul a shit time and leave me the fuck alone). 2011 was the shit year, and 2012 and looking too good either.
I certainly hope that the Mayans are right and we all just die before Christmastime.
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