I think maybe three people read this. Sometimes I have to ask myself why I write as if I’m writing to an audience. We all do this in some form or another. We all want people to care. Blogging is my way of pretending. I am not aiming to be a downer. I’m just being realistic. (As I go on, writing for “somebody”).
It’s a blind hope. You put forth your voice and show your vulnerability via a public platform open for anybody to find you, just hoping to be found. Hypothetically, everybody who’s anybody could be reading your words. Maybe you don’t actually want to know. Ignorance is bliss. Maybe nobody is reading. But maybe somebody is. Maybe people actually care about what you have to say. Or maybe somebody cares.
And maybe I am going on 24 hours of awakeness mixed with sick.
