May 19, 2010
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Why I don’t blog, and why I need to.
So, I’ve been absent. I find this very odd, as I was a good blooger (Blooger? Yes, I said it.) for a long time. And I don’t plan on really going away. But I read some of my old posts, and I figured out wherein my problem lies. I kind of feel as though there are only so many times that I can tell my story. And living alone with my boyfriend, all of my observations and crazy thoughts are aired audibly to a listening party. But it almost doesn’t feel as though it’s enough. I need space inside my own brain. Of course, I finally hashed out some of the problems I have speaking, but writing from a personal perspective is still something that is close to the vest. So, the moment you all, or at least I, have been waiting for: I AM BACK!
Comments (1)
I know what you mean. I stopped blogging for a while when I started opening up to my boyfriend. I figured there was no need to write or vent when I had someone to talk to, but after a while I came back too, because there’s just something freeing about being able to write.