Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.
I love you too honey, lots and lots and lots. You’re a good friend, and heaven knows I need those always. Hoping you’re okay. ♡
It’s brilliant. I love Beth’s face most of all, but I’m sad that I didn’t have better pictures of Oscar, he was such a beautiful cat!
I am so grateful for everything Conor has done for me recently. He’s really stood up for me, and it means so much. He’s my best friend, and I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend.
I always thought that, but every time I’ve stood up for my own words I’ve been shot down. I’ve lost some friends over my anxiety and the way it makes me feel, they think I don’t like them when really they just make me so nervous because I’m trying to talk but it’s really hard sometimes… I think I might just have to stop.
You are so very wonderful, and if you send me a little message soon, I will tell you where to find my thoughts after this. There will always be a place, but it may just have to be more secret than before, ok? I need the people like you to stay in my life. Don’t worry.
Indeed. I am seriously considering shutting the blog down, reader. It started as a nice way for me to keep my thoughts, it has become reassurance of who I am really. The reason I started blogging was to help me climb out of my extremely anti-social shell, and I often look back through it and think of all the nice days I’ve had since I started coming out of depression and how many people I’ve met just like me because of it. But now it has become useless, because it’s not mine anymore. Too many assumptions have been made, it’s been taken too factually. It wasn’t made to influence my life, it was made to document it. People are nosy, and they think everything I write is about them. The truth is, half of the time I’m writing about several different people at once, including (a lot of the time) myself.
I know that you’re right, and I should never have kept my thoughts in such a public domain, but when I started I didn’t even have any friends to read it. Now, there are so many people in my life and it’s changed the dynamic. You’re right, you’re right. It’s been a wonderful two years though, and I’m not eager to let it go. It’s going to be hard. I’ll miss the nice ones.
It is my own fault for trying to keep my feelings, my thoughts, reasonably private. Even with this audience. I started this blog to voice my thoughts so that they weren’t in my head, spurring on my depression and insomnia, ruining my life. Now I can’t use any names; people make assumptions; my thoughts eat away at the inside and I’m rotting.