stay with me

i went through a phase, where all i read, were book that were set as diaries
it started with the adrian mole phase, and even though i thought it was his pimple on his chin that he was measuring, and then led to everyother book set that way in existance.

so i started a diary, and for years it was just me, trying to make my life sound like it would be in a book, comical, but in a good way, describing things intricately and just using a tone that was not me

and then i began diaries that were actually me. but looking back, they weren't truthful. i only documented things that i thought were diary worthy

and then i started inly using it to record my food and calorie intake.

and then i thought, id start a blog. my own, secret blog. and my first one was like those early diares, trying to sound a certain way, writing thigns just for an entry. then through some act of god i lost the password.

so im making a pact. thig blog is me. my life, my chaos, the way i want to write things down.

my councellor, no on reffered to as maria, told me to keep a diary, but i just cant write on paper anymore, my brain whirrs to quickly and it ends up reading like a dogs breakfast

so i suppose, stay with me. as i try to find my feet again, and now im talking about with life.