Uh?...wonder if putting one on here would make a difference. Every journal I've ever had....I've tore apart or burnt. Paranoia strikes deep, into your life it will creep. Wait...I think that's a song. It's hard to go back and read them. Different hand writing. Powerful, sometimes scary thoughts from somewhere deep within. How much of ourselves are we really willing to give up to complete strangers? How honest will we be, can we be? Ya know, on the internet you can be anyone that you choose. And how 'bout that...today I choose to be a Bipolar lesbian with multiples...LOL...that maybe one of the funniest things I've ever said. I guess I can give it a shot. You can read along and see if walk a similar path. Maybe we have even crossed on the streets. I like to people watch. I'm sure that more of my story will shine thru here in these words...typed. Typed words take away alot of the emotions. Lost in translation...so to say. One has to work harder to get the feeling across with typed words, not like in art when it doesn't matter. But words are simply a subsitiute...a mutter of sounds that stand for feelings...I'm not sure if I heard that somewhere or if from me...uh? Who knows. |