there is something so private about having a diary that hides in plain sight.
i’m a newbie blogger, so, unsurprisingly, i don’t have many readers. as a matter of fact, i don’t have ANY readers. and that’s okay because i’m writing primarily for myself, not to impress anyone, or to make a point about being a writer.
there is so much security in knowing that no matter what i say, the chance reader won’t be my best friend who’ll make me blush with embarrassment and ask me uncomfortable questions- demanding that i justify my opinion. i love the fact that i can finally speak my mind, and not be persecuted for it.
i’ve tried keeping a diary, but those always end up getting read by the people i know, exploding like a bomb when the contents are read by somebody other than myself. the more honest the words, the greater the casualties.
i’ve spent so long being silent , afraid of judgement , that i’ve forgotten the sound of my own inner voice.
it feels good to be able to speak my mind without the pressure of conforming to what others may expect of me.
sometimes, all that we need is to be able to speak without being judged.
if you’re reading this, and if you don’t know who i am in real life, thank you.
i’d love to hear what you have to say, and at this confusing period of my existence, i think your advice will go a long way for me.
even if it’s to tell me that there is someone out there, listening.
and even if there isn’t , it’s okay.