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I write to feel my emotions, to lay all of my cards down and arrange them how I should deal with them. I know I should come with a warning label “If you date this girl and break her heart or hurt her in anyway she will slaughter you in blogs.” This is how I deal with pain, but also love. My life is on a public soap box and many people disagree with that lifestyle, you don’t understand why I do it - and I could careless to explain to you why this is the only way for me.

Many of my future loves won’t even know where I blog, a few might get their Nancy Drew sleuthing raincoat on and find it. He probably won’t like what he reads, he might argue I should say all of this to his face, instead of inside a micro blogging community that possibly will never meet me in real life. He’s right, I should - but I won’t.

This is my open diary, if you break me I will pick up my pieces in every blog entry. If you make me cry my tears will fall on my keyboard, but if you love me - truly embrace the person I am; then the world will read a woman In love. I have faults, I have failures, but I will never consider my open blog to be one of those; if you want to date me, the internet will feel our relationship from start to finish. If you’re not willing to risk that, no worries - I won’t expect a call back.

Writing is the anecdote to a poisoned mind… well.. in my case anyway