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«« As much as I’d really like to believe the above statement, part of me knows that the way I’ve touched others lives is in such a horrible way, it probably wouldn’t be such a bad thing if they forgot I had ever existed at all.
What I choose to divulge in this blog and what I choose to keep to myself. Two things that used to seem as if they were separate. But in reality, there are things that I must keep to myself.
I’m trying to reason with myself as to why I would do this. But then, even something such as reasoning as to why I wouldn’t divulge every little detail about myself is really none of your business.
It’s … nobody’s business – if I make it that way.
I realize that this blog post will make little to no sense to anybody – but that’s not even the point. Honestly, I don’t think there is a point to this post. Other than survival. And the tools at our disposal for ensuring it.