I think I'm more than aware about maybe the slightest number of people actually look at my blog. I don't care. If I wanna make an incredibly heavy and deep blogpost, and nobody reads it, I could care less. It's not about those who read it. It's mostly about me surviving by writing.
I'm a terrible writer. And me saying this is probably one of those personal instincts we all have (beautiful girls who think they're ugly, innocents who think they're failures, politicians who think they're right), but I admit I have coherences issues with my own posts; I want to have my posts make sense, even if it makes the basic point, anyway... see, right now, I'm thinking if that sentence has anything to do with anything.
I talk to a lot of people about putting thoughts into words. I'm surprised almost constantly how many of my friends have Bloggers or Tumblrs, even my own teachers. It's absolutely surprising, how someone who's so dull or so ecstatic, can have a deep statement made on a Tumblr page. Story of my life, maybe? I dunno.
Crap, I need to do this Java program. Yeah, I somehow make myself get into trouble with posting on Blogger in the middle of class, what with Mr. Shouse, and Mr. Riddick, maybe... but I can make an exception for someone like Mrs. Mckean. She deserves my work.
My motto: respect people that deserve it.
I'll recontinue this post eventually.
- Ant
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