09.03.01

dear diary,

i sometimes wonder why it is that i feel compelled to expose a sliver of self to the world. after all, isn't my daily life a performance of selective exhibitionism, an editing of self for an audience? can i possibly fool my Editor into going off duty for long enough to post intimate, uncensored thoughts to an unseen World At Large?

do i stop writing in my little captive corner for months on end in the hope (fear) of losing an audience, so that when i resume, i can slip in unnoticed?

and if i remain unnoticed, will i suddenly feel irrevocably alone, will the fear that my words touch nobody nowhere, become concrete?

what would happen, dear diary, if i really didn't censor *anything*-- if i spilled my most secret, darkest self into hypertext? would i suddenly feel set free, would my heart grow glittering wings and soar, would i feel unbearably light?

and dear diary, am i brave enough to find out?

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xoxo,

moonbird

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