Words. Are worth a thousand pictures.

So my blog has been wordless for a while now.

For a very long time, I used my blog as a psychological test on myself.  When I was young (18 or so), I realized I was the absolute worst person at sharing anything with other people.   I've regressed back to this point.  I spent years typing my thoughts out to the completely anonymous Internet readership, and used that as my therapy.   I blogged almost every day for years, generally with quite a bit of rancor about people in general, women in particular, the government whenever it bugged me.  I posted short stories, poetry, all sorts of madness.

And suddenly, I closed up again.  Everything was kind of ok for once, I didn't really want to take any risks at spoiling it I suppose.  I started worrying about what people thought of me, how they judge me, how I would answer for things I did.  Essentially, destroying all that therapy I did.  I didn't want to rant against the world, because I didn't want the world to rant back. 

So at this point, I'm kind of collapsing inward.  I'm becoming extremely sensitive about everything, and taking a lot of things personally or to heart that are retarded, and should just bounce off me (as they would in the past).  I'm very tired of it, so it's therapy time again.  It's on, bitches.

 

(quick search for insane turned this up)