Hey so I'm writing in this blog again!
I keep getting amazing ideas for stuff to write, and I think to myself "Oh, I wish I had a platform to self-publish these streams of conscious thought to help me make sense of them and perhaps even help others!". Then I remember I have a blog. In fact I've had this blog practically forever. Yet I never use it.
I feel that if I were to start blogging again, it certainly wouldn't be anything like what I've written in the entries you see below. Reading what I wrote back then is so peculiar because I am such a different person now. I recognise myself, but it's like looking at an old photograph of me looking younger and wearing old clothes that I've since thrown away.
So, what was I saying? Nothing in particular. It's just that sometimes I feel there is so much inside me I could burst. There is so much more that I want to do and say. I feel like I could possibly even help people. How? I'm not sure yet. I'll start by just publishing anything that comes to mind. It's not going to be moans about how I'm going to die alone, because I know this won't happen if I love and let myself be loved. I also know that romantic love isn't the only sort of love worth having. You can find love anywhere. I want to learn how to love in all the ways it is possible to love. I want to stop looking for love. I basically want to preach Whitney Houston to the masses. The greatest love of all really IS inside of me. Hard to believe right now when I'm sitting here alone. In actual fact I'm more full of super noodles than love right now. This whole loveability thing is a work in progress.
I think I'll publish this before the OCD medical writer in me tries to put this into a sensible/logical 'story' and I lose my flow. Hmm... too late.
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