Why do I even blog anymore? Perhaps because it is the only space where nobody (I know) ever sees me.
My Twitter merges to my Facebook feed. Every photo I take with Instagram flows into Tumblr and Google+.
Here nobody hears my thoughts. I can talk to myself, in my head, here. It comforts me to know I can still think like this.
Is it weird that sometimes I don't think that I exist as myself unless I write my thoughts down?
I feel that the meat of me and the thought of me and the personality of me are three different things. The thought of me is what's here.
When I am gone, only this me will remain.