I think I blog to figure out things about myself. There’s an audience, yes but it’s bigger than that. It’s re-reading how I feel and making sense of it. I blog because it gives me something at the end of the day. Maybe it’s therapeutic or something really medical like that, I wouldn’t know but I just know that I’ve done it all these years for a specific reason, one that I can’t place and no matter who hates me I’ll continue to blog because at the end of the day it all comes back to me finding refuge in this.
(843): I had my own version of the Hangover last night. I woke up to a disassembled Christmas tree, shit on the futon, and a hamster in the bathroom with a necklace on that said “Feed Me Bitch.” I don’t own a hamster. I don’t know what I drank last night, but I want to do it again.