Monday, July 13, 2009

identity: lost and found

i miss my anonymity sometimes.
i often fight the urge to start up another blog somewhere where no one knows my name.
no one knows my story.

and yes, i'm still "anonymous."

but there is an intimacy that is shared when people read the things you don't even tell your friends.

and there is a difference when you meet bloggers whom you've read for years. i have such a headache.

i am so exhausted.

1 comment:

Young woman on a journey said...

i completely feel you. i have nostalgia for the good old days of blogging. not necessarily when we didn't know each other, but more when we could be honest and people from our real lives didn't hinder honest revelations.