I’ve read The Bell Jar. Prozac Nation.

Hated them.

The authors seemed so selfish, so self obsessed. So I can only assume I come off the same way. I don’t know why you’d want to read this at all to be honest. And frankly, I don’t care.

I’m writing for me.

I’ve written blogs before. Popular blogs. And I know what it involves: the social media profiles, sitting on Twitter for hours, crafting titles, writing lists. It’s not something I enjoy, and certainly not something I want to do here. I just want to share how I feel. Get my thoughts together. Record what’s going on in my life.

This is my diary, I’m just willing to share.