I hate the inability for me to express myself sometimes to people. I hate the way I get all flustered and shy about the things that I want to share. I hate the fact I can't stand up and say "Hey look at this what I have done I am really proud of it."
That sounds like I am sad or unhappy with the person that I am because I can assure you, as a person I have never been happier.
It's just like, when I have done something that I am proud of, I never want people to see it, which is, strange really. An example of this would be with my writing. When people ask me what I write I seem to get a little bit brief with what I am doing, too scared to tell them I aim to write a novel and I'm also in the process of doing so, too scared that they won't like it. I know I can't please everyone.
My blog is a small place, not too popular but I don't mind much, (though it would be nice to see more people interested of course) where I can carelessly let my mind wonder through the barriers that hold it's limits. You can't ever imagine what goes through my head when I am blogging. I feel pretty weightless, like I can trust my thoughts and feelings to be let loose.
It's like I'm 15 again and didn't hide my diary well enough...
His blog is a thing I feel I could never give up, it has become a part of me, because each and every time I share with you all, I share a part of my soul. It is a small part, but a signifcant and equally beautiful part at the same time. My blog is my friend, and so are all the readers because you share with me something I find unable to put into words when I speak to people in person.
I love this all so much.
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