when people tell me they read my journals i'd be flattered, but filled with more fear than joy
because they make me think how they would probably feel about what i write
i regret making it public sometimes
jeez
because they make me think how they would probably feel about what i write
i regret making it public sometimes
jeez
but i haven't really let that stop me from writing
something compels me to go on
maybe i'd go insane without a place to vomit my feelings into
something compels me to go on
maybe i'd go insane without a place to vomit my feelings into
people read and tell me about it
>"oh hey thanks for reading"(fuck why would you tell
me you read it now i must know what you think about it)
people read and don't tell me about it (i don't know)
"sometimes i wonder if people really read it"(starts making assumptions)
man, i'm really weird.
>"oh hey thanks for reading"(fuck why would you tell
me you read it now i must know what you think about it)
people read and don't tell me about it (i don't know)
"sometimes i wonder if people really read it"(starts making assumptions)
man, i'm really weird.
