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pseudoanalystI haven't scrolled on this website before posting my first entry, and now that I have... I feel a little embarrassed for being so cynical in my last post haha. I think that I was just in an excessively maudlin (and verbose??) mood when I wrote that yesterday.
I'm still using this site for my original intention though, because I trust that nobody that I know online or in person will see it (or recognize me, at least).
As an elaboration of my corny, teenage-angsty post that I wrote yesterday, I am using this website to soothe my inner dichotomy of desiring to "open-up" to people yet also being repulsed by the vulnerability that inevitably comes with it. I came up with the solution of finding an obscure blogging website to profess my immature first-world gripes comfortably while hiding behind my veil of anonymity and self-assurance that a minimal amount of people will read it and think "God, what the hell is this moron writing about?"
It's a little pathetic that I'm so nauseated by my own emotions that I have to jump through 5 flaming hoops of mental gymnastics to find some kind of emotional sublimation that I won't find ridiculously exhibitionistic, but at least it's better than me laying in bed drunk while contemplating hanging myself lol.
I'm still using this site for my original intention though, because I trust that nobody that I know online or in person will see it (or recognize me, at least).
As an elaboration of my corny, teenage-angsty post that I wrote yesterday, I am using this website to soothe my inner dichotomy of desiring to "open-up" to people yet also being repulsed by the vulnerability that inevitably comes with it. I came up with the solution of finding an obscure blogging website to profess my immature first-world gripes comfortably while hiding behind my veil of anonymity and self-assurance that a minimal amount of people will read it and think "God, what the hell is this moron writing about?"
It's a little pathetic that I'm so nauseated by my own emotions that I have to jump through 5 flaming hoops of mental gymnastics to find some kind of emotional sublimation that I won't find ridiculously exhibitionistic, but at least it's better than me laying in bed drunk while contemplating hanging myself lol.
