I'm writing myself here, even if I only let a few people read it.
Here is pretty much everything even remotely interesting that goes through my head.
Even if I talk about myself so much it's annoying and constantly address people without preamble or seeming reason and am constantly cryptic and over-analytic, it's nice here.
I come here to vent, to think and to process.
To pour out soul-smothering, poorly rhyming haikus and have pity parties where I get to take my shitty problems too seriously.
however
Sometimes I think I'm writing myself here in the fictional way.
I'm supposed to be writing all this for my own entertainment and sanity preservation, so I can remember the least taintedly.
But I still bullshit. So, why?
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