I don't make choices.
Beyond what cereal I'd like to buy from Family Fare, I am hopeless.
Anything more complex than that, and I just don't do it.
Complex situations scare me.
Not that I couldn't think them through,
if I tried.
I just don't want to put in the effort.
And maybe I am afraid that if I did try, I still wouldn't understand.
I really have no boundaries on this online journal. I've noticed that other students in my class hesitate to get personal. For some reason, I've never really been worried. This format effectively psychologically distances me from my audience.
It's kind of nice.
Gives me a chance to be honest with myself as well as the world.
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i like this one a lot ellen... i want to start expressing my feelings more in my blogs instead of just reporting on a story i read about. i really like your approach
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