Turns out that blogging is messy. Who would’ve thunk it? I guess this is why I was feeling so self-conscious last night?
What I write here is my knee-jerk reaction to my life. It’s very…raw.
When I set up my blog a long time ago, way back in the livejournal days, it was my outlet. I developed a group of friends…we read one another’s blogs, we encouraged one another.
When I write, I don’t set out to hurt people’s feelings. I try to temper what I write, but sometimes that doesn’t happen.
Tonight I learned that blogging is messy. First hand. And I’m sorry.