somewhere along the way, i forgot why i put up this blog.
sometimes i remember, that i wanted to exhibit my neurosis and try to be a thinker.
something like this, i think.
but somewhere along the way, i hid behind my neurosis again.
too many people i know read my blog, and some don't even tell me.
i'm not sure if i want to let them know the extent of my neurotic syndromes.

i'm not sure if i can cope with how they react.

i'm not sure if thoughts are better left unsaid and left alone,
or if they're better off shared and feasted upon.

(i mean thoughts - the kinda things you think about in the shower, or when you ride the train alone, or when you're just walkin, seeing and not seeing)

sometimes, i fear, i have forgotten how to open up. i want to. really. and people want me to. some. a few. maybe just one or two.

but i'm not sure how to do that anymore.