I can't help myself but I'm addicted to you.

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Hey bubbles.

Wha..?

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Let's try again.

Let's rearrange,

I wish you were a stranger so I could disengage,

And say that we agree and then never change.

Soften a bit, until we all just get along.

But that's disregard.

Just find another friend and you discard,

as you lose the argument in a cable car

Hanging above as the canyon comes between.

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Save me from the bitterness.

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This is a blog,

This is not a blog for you to read.

This is a blog you can read, but not for you to read.

It doesn't mean you're not supposed to read it, but it just means that your understanding and reading of it is secondary to its purpose.

This is a thought journal.

An experiment.

As close as I can get to all that I am on paper. All my thoughts. Flawed or otherwise.

So why is there a cbox?

Why are there visuals for people to look at?

Why is it open for the world to see.

Because everyone gets one shot at me.

Well, some get more.

And I want to be proud of who I am.

Or at least, be honest with who I am .

So even if I am to be made a fool, the world will know what a fool I am.

Does this make sense?

No?

Good.

This blog does not promote.

This blog will not promote.

This blog does not need many readers, but it needs a few that care.

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This blog author needs to get a life.

*and a blog editor, who will reject weird posts like this and check his grammar and punctuation. But that's another story for another time.

We've got a lot of that.

I think.

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.