Many, many years ago, I use to write/blog. I tackled whatever was on my mind that day, that hour, that moment. I processed my pain, I dreamed little dreams, I ranted and raved, and I laughed at the funny amusing shit in my head.
Then I stopped.
Too many people were stalking my posts to twist my words into ways to punish and condemn me. I broke my life into pieces and stuffed them in different shoeboxes, even hiding some away, in order to protect myself and others from drama, chaos, and idiots.
Now it's years later, and while I have more stalkers than ever before, I no longer give a fuck, and those I have around me are strong and fierce as hell.
I can only be me. ~shrug~
~K.
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