its never being honest. it never was, never will be. but it used to be so scary. i dont like using "i" and "me" a lot, its like holding up a mirror against oneself. sometimes you dont need that scary image staring back at you. sometimes all you want is a photo frame, all you want is a picture of ignorant bliss staring back at you.
its been a tough time. i dont think i've really realised how good life has been to me. oh come on, who am i kidding?
i wonder if at some point this blog will no longer be relevant to me. i have a journal for army, i have a journal for myself, and i have a journal for myself. what purpose then does this blog serve? there's nothing i want or need to say, and no one really reads so there's no point. i'm not interesting. i dont write well. i dont want to chronicle every passing moment of my day. i have facebook for that, and facebook's stupid.
i keep getting distracted. its rather annoying how my thoughts are always fragmented and incomplete. it makes me look stupid. i know image doesnt matter, but it does.
really, i keep pondering whether i still need this blog. someone tell me.
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