getting.real

     who am i kidding? the very title of this blog was given birth by the tumultous emotions i have felt for one man. it is so far the summation of our unconsummated relationship if ever we had any. and so it is just right to stop being hypocritical. whenever i see this journal, words pour forth and they're all about him, about it, about this. to hell with slef-righteous nosy readers who complains about reading the same thing but reads on anyway. make your own and there write about various discourses to your heart's content.

     as for me, enough with the charade, this journal will bear witness to the anguish and joy of my neurotic heart, and to that alone. all other sorts of ramblings will have to be moved to a different location, a different facet per se. for they simply do not belong under benign immolation.