So many half-assed footprints left on the internet that nobody but me will ever probably know about. I imagine this one will end up like the others since I often have these whims of grand ideas that will surely blossom into an ongoing thing that takes me to awesome places and then turn out to last til the end of the day if I'm lucky.
This one...I'm not sure. Because at the moment I don't have plans to show it to anybody I know. I started typing out a diary of sorts in my email/flash drive, but when the tough times passed I didn't feel the need anymore. I'm struggling with interior things in a more general sense now, though and I think I just need a more personal outlet. Facebook is filled with family members and friends I never talk to in real life or online and livejournal's a weird assortment of people I know in real life and have met online through different interests, so I use it more for superfluous updates rather than going through feelings and what not. So why do I even want to broadcast the things I won't say to friends out to the internet? Hm, good question.
I suppose I'm envious of other bloggers who obtain friends and followers just by posting clever musings on the internet. I have...musings so why not me too? Maybe I just have a lot to say that doesn't fall into my other accounts, but might be shared by other people out there. Maybe a more structured form will keep me on track with actually writing things down so that I don't forget my own life. Or maybe I just know that nothing will really come of this anyway, so it doesn't really matter.
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