Honestly...

I'm ready to start blogging. I feel like I need to be more honest.

I don't really think that anyone will read this stuff, at most it will just be glanced it over. That's okay. I could just write in a journal, and keep my thought to myself, but I feel that we people have a compulsion to share a piece of our mind.

Maybe somebody can get something out of my consummated thoughts, or at least I can hope that I'll be better understood. I do not feel understood. That ignorant hasty judgment or the more general apathy towards my life, it destroys me. I treat others the same way. That makes me part of the problem. But I'm a person; I get wounded, even if I pretend not. Oh well. I'm used to pretending.