Why did I create this?
I am in the woods in more ways than one.
why is this better than a journal?
I lose them, discontinue them, restart them more times than I can number. The most telling ones I threw away, to my grief. They were me in the woods at thirteen to twenty-something and I let the wrong person read them. Foolish. They fill a landfill somewhere. So better to make this public from the beginning.
The ones I restarted?
Pretentious rantings. Self-conscious histories. Like I am that important.
Why?
I talk to myself really loud.
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