not so secret

I feel like whenever I post on my blog, I forget that there are real people out there who have seen this and read this. After the last post a girl on my hall asked my about how my throwing arm was and I was so put off I almost got scared of the internet. Then I realized that if I didn't want people to see this, I should never have started it. But I wanted someone to see it. I want to change the world, have my name out there and just want people to know who I am. It probably has something to do with how I've always been a silent one. I  never really became "popular" as an "insider" but more popular in the dictionary sense of having many friends. I like expressing myself through written word and find it easier than talking, because unlike talking, you can erase and rethink what you say before you publish. So I have to get used to the fact that people read this. That you, yes you, exist and probably know me. It's weird, but you finally get to see inside of my head.

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