sorry i've been avoiding you like a sour cherry.

I'm sorry, blog. You don't get to hear about my life much anymore. It's rather depressing, I must say. And my mom always says to write down everything that happens in my life so that I remember. And, I mean, my childhood years were irrelevant. I was a little nerd in the honors math classes who thought she was going to Harvard. And, I mean, I changed my "dream career" about a million times. I wanted to be a doctor/lawyer/ journalist at one point.

There are actually people who have that career, though.

And I'm thinking the main reason I can't write much on here anymore is because the people I actually know - not my internet friends or the lovely readers who choose to enter this strange land - are starting to read my blog.

I don't want them to read my blog.

I don't want them to know what I've been saying. Because if they know what I say, they judge. They realize. They try to enter my shadowed world.

But I like being the invisible girl on the sidelines. The one with the fake smile and the converse that have been written all over.

I like having nobody know.