Time for a new blog, just cos that old one's starting to go off a bit.
Blogs though...
I'm seriously considering deleting my Bebo page at the moment. At the same time, I've ended up with a Facebook account. A Facebook account that I didn't mention to my girl, for no particular reason, and now am half afraid to mention it because I'll look like I've been keeping it from her.
Not forgetting to mention that I have a blog here. Something else that she doesn't know about. I could accept SG being my own little "one secret thing", but this is starting to look like a habit. It's not me, I love her, we share things. Fidelity is something I need and therefore must provide. Not that having a secret blog is being unfaithful, but I'd feel strange if I found she had one and I know I'd be a little hurt.
I don't really know what I'm doing.
Also, I think that social networking brings out a side of me which craves attention and approval. If I wasn't getting attention and approval in real life, I might understand that need. But I do and so I don't understand this side of myself.
And I hate how I write. People can't understand me half the time. Maybe half the time is even optimistic. That's depressing and I only have myself to blame. I don't think I have that trouble in the flesh, but I can't write clearly.
I might need to make some kind of decision?
Blogs though...
I'm seriously considering deleting my Bebo page at the moment. At the same time, I've ended up with a Facebook account. A Facebook account that I didn't mention to my girl, for no particular reason, and now am half afraid to mention it because I'll look like I've been keeping it from her.
Not forgetting to mention that I have a blog here. Something else that she doesn't know about. I could accept SG being my own little "one secret thing", but this is starting to look like a habit. It's not me, I love her, we share things. Fidelity is something I need and therefore must provide. Not that having a secret blog is being unfaithful, but I'd feel strange if I found she had one and I know I'd be a little hurt.
I don't really know what I'm doing.
Also, I think that social networking brings out a side of me which craves attention and approval. If I wasn't getting attention and approval in real life, I might understand that need. But I do and so I don't understand this side of myself.
And I hate how I write. People can't understand me half the time. Maybe half the time is even optimistic. That's depressing and I only have myself to blame. I don't think I have that trouble in the flesh, but I can't write clearly.
I might need to make some kind of decision?
And I think you write pretty clearly. Unless I've been taking you up the wrong way this whole time, oh no!