Next comes the dilemma - how much of what to reveal. Am I writing for others here or for myself. I wonder why I finally chose my keyboard over my good old pen and the beautiful, beige handmade paper over the laptop screen. If personal space is what I intended at, this is by no means personal. But still, I go on.
I think picking a pen and diary for me is now passe. Besides the compulsive banging of keys and staring at the screen, it is also a perverted sort of exhibitionism that has brought me to start a blog. My blog.
...... Strange as it may seem... till a few minutes ago my head was reeling with things I wanted to write about. Things I just wanted to get out of my system. But they fail me now. I will have to stop for now I think. Too soon. Too soon.
