I don’t know why I keep shutting my blog off.
Want to know a fun fact? I sometimes hate who I am.
I like to hide.
I’m dramatic and cliche and seemingly self-absorbed and feel pain at stupid things.
While I’m all about being vulnerable, I like my privacy.
I’m exhausted of people thinking I am crazy.

I’m sure I’ll go public again eventually.


Perhaps I’m being selfish. My days are sweet. I’m happier than I’ve been in so long and I want to keep every thought, memory, feeling to myself. Maybe I’m afraid that by sharing those things someone will take them away. My mother once told me the old Proverb: “Don’t cast your pearls before swine.” I think that’s a bit dramatic for the point I’m trying to make, and it’s not like this blog or my interpretation of my memories is a bounty of pearls, but it still works in a sense for what I’m saying.

I want some silence, some anonymity, and right now feels like a good time to embrace those things.