Sometimes I wish one could erase conversations, days, hours, maybe even years like one can erase blog posts. But then, it would probably cause a lot of confusion for the people included when they have big blank spots in their memories.... Hmm.
I don't really know what to talk about. I'm afraid to say anything too personal for fear of someone reading this that I don't want to. So I have 3 options: blog within the guidelines, not blog at all, or set it so that only I can read it, or just readers of my choice. And all three of those options are increasingly dull... Too bad there's not an option to just not give a flip what anyone else thinks or cares. I guess that's what got me in trouble in the first place, and therefore, I guess it's time to shut the doors on myself, again.
So, the only option I'm really comfortable with now is blogging about insignificant specks of nothing that pertain to my life, such as the weather, my breakfast cereal, and my constant distress about which shoes to wear. Anything emotional will probably lead to my downfall...
Oh well. I was never very good at venting gracefully anyway.
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