A Little Piece Of Me..

I don't know why I bother to blog.. but sometimes I just feel like I really want to write. I desperately want to write something big and moving and deep and fabulous.. but I can't. I s'pose I sort of diary out random stuff on here.. because the idea of a diary makes me feel awkward. I feel like a crazy person scribbling down my inner most thoughts and desires into a little book as if I'm talking to someone. This isn't any different and I probably still am crazy.. but it feels like it has more purpose. Another thing that's wrong with the diary is I feel like it's judging me. Do you know how crap your life feels when you think everyone, including your own diary, is judging you!? And I won't write down anything too serious or true because someone might read it or somehow something bad will happen because of it. So I gave up on the idea of serious diary writing because journaling about my day = incredibly boring crap and writing down my feelings = not gonna happen. 


I do have a memory diary though. Slowly I'm taking down the different memories that I've stuck on my wall and I'm sticking them all in this little book where I'm writing about the memory tied to the object. This one doesn't feel as silly as normal diaries because I'm writing this one for me so I won't forget these things that still seem important to me. Maybe one day I'll throw this diary away.. maybe I'll never finish it, or never look at it again.. but it makes me happy when i see it sitting there on my shelf. 


I'm weird..


Look at that.. I even avoided talking about feelings in a blog titled 'a little piece of me'. how fantastic.