I need Therapy. I have known this for many years now and recently it has become very apparent. I decided to blog about all my daily adventures in an office and at home instead. Letting people into my mind and staying completely anonymous in the process. Lets face it, if people reading this knew who was writing this, I’d probably end up locked away (Jail or otherwise)
I am not a writer, nor will I ever be. But hey, we all need an outlet and sitting in front of some pompous asshole judging every word I say while I pay him for it, well that doesn’t sound too appealing. I’ll rather be judged by readers, knowing that somewhere, somehow, somebody will relate and think “I am not alone”
If I so happen to make a spelling mistake, well, suck it. I really don’t care. I need to write, I need to vent, I need to share and most of all…. I need to tell my story. If I don’t, then I have no idea where I will end up. It might be in a hearse, hospital or who knows.
Welcome to my mind, my musings and most of all… Me. As raw as it gets, as honest as I have ever been and I pray to God that they never find this.