I have recently been engaged in a profoundly loud debate with the voices in my head recently about whether I should or shouldnt keep this blog, active at that, it still is as cathartic as it was before but the bigger problem is with so many people reading this, stalkers included, it does get mighty difficult to write about anything meaningful.
Where do you find the balance between what you can talk about on here and manage to keep your life sort of private? The line between entertainment and being killed by the girlfriend (real or imagined) about what you should have shared with her instead of the Internet. Perhaps I should acquire this affliction of not giving a fuck and just doing whatever I damn well please. Life is short, embrace mediocrity? I forget, why did i start this post again? Also will people still actually read this with Twitter, Facething and all that being all over the fucking place?
