what it's about...

I had thought that owning a blog would be a good idea, for I'd be able to express all the feelings that life evoked in me but didn't really allow me to express. But along the way, I realised that there was still too much I couldn't say simply because it was still ME writing.. the Me that people knew, the Me that they had fixed ideas about, the Me who couldn't get away from surprised comments about what i'd sometimes write.

Also, it didn't allow my wicked side free rein, I couldn't even allude to people in obtuse ways for fear that they'd come across it, know i'd written it, feel bad and upset about the way 'people' perceived them.. in short, create lots of pain and bad energy around them. If, on the other hand, I am to post such stuff here, it really doesnt matter, cause they won't know it's them.
(Then again, it might just end up sounding like it could be lots of people out there who I could be being mean about.. in which case, we just have to hope that they won't read it in the first place!)