Sometimes I come here to write straight from the heart, and I pour something good and honest and true onto the page. Then I almost always erase it and post a watery version of the truth.
Honestly, what the hell is the point of blogging if it’s all just some weak version of what I really think — something made more palatable for people uncomfortable with the thought of me being just a touch too passionate about every fucking thing in this whole wide world.
I should look into becoming a poet. (As if it were that easy.) They’re allowed to say anything they damn well please.