Blogs

I'm really not so good with blogs. With words, I truly am well simply put amazing. With expressing my emotions through writing, I feel I am best. Nobody beats me at a good journal entry. However, blogs are public, so instead of writing about my usual personal info. I tend to be a little bit more vague, and bland. I actually get bored typing some of my blogs, because of their lack of spice, they can be like a bowl of spaghetti, flavorful on their own, but then you get tired of them and you want some pesto sauce. When really truly my life is over flowing with pesto sauce, I just don't like to put it in my blogs. I'd rather write about politics and religion instead of me because then that gets people talking and excited. My life, I would rather them not talk about. Don't get me wrong I'm an open book, but I am a book, that you have to know how to open. Like, I'm the book written in Hebrew at the public library. The information is there, you just have to learn the language and how to read me, put forth some effort so that I know you are actually worth me telling you these things. But I find myself becoming, almost lonely, anxiety filled, and depressed, because I refuse to give up my personal life. I refuse to flat out say, "Look here's what's going on...this is why...this is what I am thinking." I absolutely refuse. It's not very healthy. So finally, I'm going to be more open. I am an alcoholic and drug pusher. There I said it. I can't hide it anymore, life is too stressful to deal with this. Growing up on the inner city streets is what led me to becoming the way I am. Harlem is tough. And so am I. Heh. Goodnight.