I want to write about what happened last night. I want to talk about how Master put the hook in left me tied up to go do whatever it was that he did, and all that followed...
But I'm having a problem.
I feel like maybe I shouldn't write here anymore. I mean I love writing, but I feel like I need to stop sharing me.
Master thinks I should keep writing, so I'm trying.
It's just that being here has become something different. I wonder if anyone wants to hear what I have to say. Maybe I've shared too much. Maybe people don't like what I have to say, or how I write...or me. Maybe I don't fit in here; hell, if I did fit in it would be the first time I fit in anywhere. I have always had these worries, but now...it's different...I've invested.
Admitting this sucks. Bad. Really fucking bad.
I want to be one of those girls that can say exactly what is on their mind without wondering what people think, or if they will hurt someones feelings. What a relief that would be! Just to be what I am without all the worries.
But I'm not that girl...so, yeah, I care. And I really hate that I do.