I don't write every day, nor do I always write about my day. I may write about a person, an emotion I'm experiencing or a combination of the two. Sometimes I'll spell it out in simple terms the way a typical journal would, talking my way through the experience, learning as I go. Sometimes I'll throw myself into the emotion and write obscurely, not trying to make sense of it, simply letting what I feel become words.

There's nothing here to gossip about. There's nothing here that I'm ashamed of. My life is nothing extraordinary. I live modestly, act selfishly, love passionately, whine annoyingly, self-analyze incessantly. I feel the same emotions that everyone else does, it's how we talk about it and deal with it that makes us unique.

I am not all what you see. I am not all that you read. Tread lightly, friends.

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