It's been a while since I blogged. I could say it's because I'm done with the pretentiousness of the TMI-generation, but really, I'm not. I'm just as eager to put myself out there as anyone else is.
The problem?
There are some things that are just too difficult to put into words.
My thoughts, feelings, insecurities, deviances, worries, anxieties, crises - I wish I wasn't alone with them. I wish I could get advice, help, support, love....whatever it takes.
All I wish for is the one nameless panacea that can save me from everything that messes me up inside.
I can't put the feeling into words but yet people can sense it - in old comments, photos, memories, tweets, blogposts- thoughts, feelings, insecurities, deviances, worries, anxieties, crises - they're splashed all over your news feed, this blog, that website, those comments.
I had stopped blogging in an attempt to hide from the world, to stop baring my soul and my vulnerabilities for all to see. I wanted to hide my fears, gloss over my secrets and bury my anxieties with silence.
But now I've realized that I'm too late.
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