I’m pretty certain that no one even knows this blog exists. If that’s true…then I guess it’s somewhat of a diary.
However, in this day and age, any breathing person is aware that anything posted anywhere on the internets is in no way private and/or secure, not in the way that a diary is.
Still…it’s an outlet. Someplace to come and peck away at some form of self-expression…some form of intimate communication. How sad. After this amount of life-time, this vast number of experiences…I sit in a hotel room with a cardboard container of Cherry Garcia, with no sentient being to talk to and share thoughts with…discuss current events. If there’s something more lonely, I don’t know of it.
Yet another one of life’s disappointments.