so my mom has again read my diary.
and somehow this site has led her to believe that i am a drunken, womanizing smoker.
when in reality i am only one of those things.
two at the most.
the thing about blogs is that they unintentionally blur the line between reality and fiction.
sure, you want to be honest and you think you are being so, but as someone once said "its impossible to write an honest autobiography."
we write when we are emotional.
when we are having a bad day.
we write about the things that piss us off.
and in doing so we send out an image of who we are.
it just may not be the most accurate image.
i know for a fact that i am more happy than i appear to be on here.
i also know that i much less cool.
(which is sad, because i dont really seem that cool on here)
but a problem is created when someone mistakes the blog's content for reality.
for that i am sorry, mom.
i am sorry that i have forced you to go online to find out about my life.
i am sorry that what you found online was dissapointing to you.
i am sorry.
but i hope now that all this is open i will be able to be more open as well.
10:29 a.m. - 2004-08-09
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