Dear Blogger

I am coming to you on a most precarious evening.

Every other blog has been compromised. The need for simultaneous public catharsis and informational privacy lead, most unfortunately, to blatant dishonesty. A journal should not be insincere. It is to act merely as an extension of oneself. There need not be any "deep" thoughts that are forced or witty comments to secure social standing. All that is required is truth.

That is what I promise you from here on out.

On this particular night, I am full of anxiety and tension. I would say it concerns me to start anew with this mindset already in place, but it is, of course, the same uneasy feeling that brought me here to begin with. So perhaps these pages will at first be filled, regrettably, with angst, but I foresee lighter words in our future.

All I ask, Blogger, is that you allow me the shameful feelings, those that I have never been able to share elsewhere, with the proud. If it helps, just think of this as your quest: a mission to take me wholly as I am so that I, too, may someday afford myself that same acceptance.

-K-