That helped
Well weekend I think helped me sort some shit out. I think I really got it figured out this time. Lots of thinking. And so I open my blog again to... the one for sure, and maybe one other reader out there. I can't write to myself. It's weird. It's much easier to write as if I'm explaining something to someone. In my head it just works better. Like I'm giving a speech. I don't know it's weird. Maybe you guys understand. It's like how Charlie in "Wallflower" had to write letters. Diaries are too private. I like knowing that my writing will be read. I'm glad I can entertain some people's lives with all the thoughts that go through my head. I wish I could find someone to debate with. An argument for arguing sake. No harm, no foul. Just to see who has the stronger theory by word. I want to talk to someone who I can talk to about "Wallflower." Funny how I don't see the need to take out "who I can talk to." The "wa...