I needed to get away from that. I need to bask in my anonymity and be able to speak my mind without (for example) my mother in law or my former colleagues knowing that I am stressed out or disturbed. I guess some parts of me are too private to share to the world. Those parts of me that I would very much like to keep to myself, or rather, not have people know about. But I need to write them down and I don't like keeping diaries: it's too easy for someone to find it and take a sneek peak into what makes me tick. I want to keep my stories and sadness, and anger private.
And that is why I started this blog. 
 
i have one of this for 6 years already. at first, it is hard to write and acknowledge that they can read about it.
ReplyDeleteafter 5 years, i learn to write in many ways, and they have to suck it up.
life can be cruel, and kind any other time.