Just so you know.
I don’t want you to read this because whenever I post it would feel like I want you to know about that something.
My likes, my dislikes, my wants, my wishes, my dreams, my fears..
Even my laughs. Gosh. For an example, it was a,
“hahaha okay that was funny, shall save it for future laughs/references.”
not a,
“hahaha hey come look at this, it’s funny.”
y’know ?
I didn’t intend this blog to inform you about something, and put you under a feeling of obligation so that.. My wants would be fulfilled, my likes and dislikes would be known, my fears would not come to light, or at least could be quelled.
I intended this blog to be a place where..
I could think things people would never expect me to have any regard for to be cool.
Like pink, or Juicy Couture ; Have kittens, and pretty skinny anorexic-looking girls, nature, skies and materialistic things like branded make-up, or pretty painted nails, all at a single place.
I could refer to for inspiration.
I could like things people diss.
I could take note of things, remind myself about things, learn things from where I can’t really from anywhere else, and where no one else can really teach me about.
I could have evil things everywhere. Like vulgarities and cigarettes without giving a rat’s ass about what anyone else thinks.
I could have things I empathize with everywhere.
I could miss you when I want to, hate you when I want to, love you when I want to, think of you when I want to ; Without reservation, without feeling vulnerable.
If I was against you reading all this I would make it a private blog. So…. It’s up to you. But, don’t feel obligated to do anything. Anything. Or feel anything. Or change the way you look at things.
And.. you might disagree with some views, but I’m not probably not gna change them because.. They’re important to me. Yea.
Plus… Digress ; It’s so not fair you know what i’m thinking about and I don’t know what you’re thinking about. ):
I wna know what’s on your mind, too. (: Not in the sense or point of being intrusive, but.. Just the little things, even.
I miss those days where you’d rattle away, and all I did was listen.
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I’m probably gna make new sites. One public you’ll know about but others won’t, and one private no one but me’s gonna know about.
See how see how.
Abrupt end.
