yakk yakk

recently i was very eager to blog. with so many thoughts brimming and anxiously waiting for an outlet, it was difficult to control myself. writing is therapeutic. it's like talking to a good friend. one that does not react however blasphemous your thougths. is not judgmental. and best of all, keeps your secrets hidden from the world. that's the beauty of writing, when you do it in a diary. and tug it away behind a pile of forgotten clothes in your wardrobe.
a blog is totally contrary to it. so many people will read it and talk about it. it's like baring your soul, asking people to be judgmental. how i missed the diary. have got so used to letting it out on a keyboard, that scribbling in a diary seemed an effort.
so the thoughts brimmed, floated and i talked. big time. i probably let it out in installments. it's like, if the 10 people i interact with the most get together and discuss, they can piece together the whole story. how i miss the diary.