September 30, 2004
that mood for writing
Another reason is that I'm getting tired of the way my blog looks. Suddenly, I have this drive to create images and overload my blog with pictures. Suddenly, I have this urge to make this blog uber-fantastic. Hee. It's ironic, really. I distinctly remember that the demise of my very first blog (brandnewwreck.blogspot.com) was the result of too much blog ambitions. Have I never learned? Well, maybe, but we need a little bit of perking up sometimes. We don't want to get too monotonous.
But the main reason of all, the big fish that swallows all others, is that I feel I have not been truly truthful in writing on this blog. It's not that all of these things are fantastic lies; I assure you they are as honest as honest can be. OK, maybe "truthful" is not the word I'm looking for. Perhaps "reticent" is. That is, I hesitate a lot when I write my entries. I try too much to be careful, to be on the safe side. And the problem lies herein. A lot of things don't get mentioned. I feel that I have not been completely myself. Sometimes I wish I could just write with reckless abandon, without having to fear the backlashes or the consequences. Sometimes I wish I could just let go and let loose. What's stopping me, then? Well, a lot of things. They do need not to be mentioned here.
Sometimes I miss my old journal, the one whose entries were written by hand during godforsaken hours, each comment separated by a floating point. Those were pretty fucked-up entries, but boy, were they liberating.