Purpose? I've stopped dreaming about her a long time ago
S ome people I know have been reading my blog. At first, I felt happy when they told me. But somehow, after a while, I feel like I was out of the closet. Wow, not in that sense. {I wasn't trying to hide there and watch you change, [random girl's name (I feel like putting a name of someone I know here, but they all suck so... All the girls I think are hot are strangers and I don't know their names. Maybe that's hot. Oops, can't work up the courage if I baiting to get pestered by them)], I swear.} I now feel like I have an obligation to my readers. I guess that's normal, maybe even a good thing. I also have a weird feeling that I will fuck this all up. {All these in curly brackets are the aftermath edited, and if you read the one above my point exactly.} I guess that's normal. Stand-up comedians imagine they would bomb on stage to prepare for the worst. Mothers imagine bashing their babies skull onto the television because that's the exact thing they are m...
