So the secret diary no longer exists, or at least exists in the peverse form of facebook. Tragedy. Communication of every thought no matter how intimate or superfluous to every one and any one out there. Superficial. The need to be voted, to be liked. Why? Why does the human being find it so easy to bare all as he j walks across the digital highway, yet find it so difficult to be sincere when face to face with another human being. Mask. As this new public diary gives so much courage the it can be likened to a drunken state, vino veritas, here, you are not yourself. Useless. The sharing of inner thoughts inevitably takes you back to square one, nothing resolved, thumbs up, thumbs down, a reply, then a joke, someone hurt, someone confused, the only people that have understood actually havent. The sense of your sharing is lost. Start again, the 458 people you wrote to last time werent able to satisfy you with what you needed to hear, you missed your target. 1 specific person...or did you?. Doubt. Square one.
Posted on: Tue, 05 Nov 2013 12:18:01 +0000
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