Because I was born and raised on the moon |
You know, I wonder why I even have a blog Or, what is a blog really. An online journal basically. Or Diary. Whatever. I use it for random nonsense. And that suits me just fine. Its weird, really. Cause I have a myspace. But I don't write anything personal there either. Nothing of my day, of what I feel, or anything like that, which apprently confuses my siblings. "Why don't you write about your day, or this, or that" Quite simple. I enjoy my privacy. I don't like sharing my problems. Ocasionally if something is bugging me, I'll talk about it...cryptically. Just calling it a problem. Nothing more. No details. Which is weird. Cause I admit, middle school, early high school, I was very open in my journals and telling people things about me. But not anymore. Simply because, I'm paranoid and very suspicious It comes with the crazy. Honestly, I am paranoid. I have all these silly fears and such? Its insane. Though, I guess I should structure my blogs a little more. I just don't know what to talk about really. Why the sky is blue? Cause brown was taken. Duh. Why did people invent soft drinks? Why is it CALLED a soft drink? Think about it. |