Remember when blogging was new? We didn't know what we were going to write about. There were no Perez Hiltons or Huffington Posts...just a bunch of people working boring jobs and computer...hooked up to the internet. We found blog hosting sites and wrote about what made us mad, broke our hearts and made us happy. What else is there in life?
Now I literally make a living blogging. I can't say the things I want to say. I have to write about things and people I like and can't write about what I hate or breaks my heart. Everyone reads it. Everyone knows me. Everyone knows who I'm talking about. Or maybe it's just that I actually care. I don't want to hurt my boyfriend. I don't want to make him uncomfortable. I love and hate him more than I've ever loved or hated anyone other than myself.
