[i hope you can delete blogs!! ahahaha wow. this sure is a new blog that i made.
i don’t even know if i want to try and maintain more than two blogs. i mean, like, i have my main one, which has a bunch of really annoying reblogs no one cares about because HELLO, they saw those things like, two whole hours ago. and it has my art but that’s irrelevant because HEEEEELLOOOO, do you really have the audacity to call that art because all i can see here are a bunch of annoying things! because you are annoying! hehehe.
augh my forehead is bleeding. i really have to stop doing that.
oh, and also i have my blog that locks URLs. it is like my secret URL sanctuary that is basically useless but i keep it in case i decide to change my regular address to a more interesting one, which will probably be never unless i get too uncomfortable with my mom knowing about my tumblr. which i kind of already am, but i don’t want her to be suspicious of me. this website is suspicious enough as-is.
so like yeah!! i stopped right in the middle of an irl journal entry to start this thing because why not. actually, the why-nots are these:
why i SHOULD keep a secret blog!:
when you write or type things, do you sound like you are talking to someone else? it’s almost impossible to just talk to yourself, because talking to yourself is kind of like talking to another person. you address yourself with “you” and ask yourself questions, like i did just now. actually, keeping a journal for (45678910/1234567) seven years has led me to fabricate a sort of entity i’m speaking to when i write. i suppose you could just call this my “audience,” but that sounds like a very plural noun and the thing i’m talking to feels like one person. (but an audience CAN be one person, NUMBNUTS.) it’s been that way ever since i read part of the diary of anne frank and she wrote like she was sending letters to a friend she called kitty. i wanted to be like her so i called my first journal hamster in the fourth grade and pretended to talk to him. or, i DID talk to “him” but he doesn’t actually exist. i still call my journal hamster but i never write “dear hamster” at the beginning of my entries anymore because it seems stupid and childish.
i already regret making this stupid blog because i feel like i could have just written all that in my stupid tangible journal. (consistency!!)
for a long time i kept a thing on blogspot. that was really dumb. sometimes i go back and read the things i thought a few years ago and hate myself a little more.
i guess i just won’t tag this with anything?]
i don’t even know if i want to try and maintain more than two blogs. i mean, like, i have my main one, which has a bunch of really annoying reblogs no one cares about because HELLO, they saw those things like, two whole hours ago. and it has my art but that’s irrelevant because HEEEEELLOOOO, do you really have the audacity to call that art because all i can see here are a bunch of annoying things! because you are annoying! hehehe.
augh my forehead is bleeding. i really have to stop doing that.
oh, and also i have my blog that locks URLs. it is like my secret URL sanctuary that is basically useless but i keep it in case i decide to change my regular address to a more interesting one, which will probably be never unless i get too uncomfortable with my mom knowing about my tumblr. which i kind of already am, but i don’t want her to be suspicious of me. this website is suspicious enough as-is.
so like yeah!! i stopped right in the middle of an irl journal entry to start this thing because why not. actually, the why-nots are these:
- you are afraid of starting an exclusively personal blog because you might mix it up with your art/reblog one and post something embarrassing.
- you might try to delete this blog and accidentally lose all the content on your art/reblog one.
- someone might find your exclusively personal blog. (actually, you don’t really mind if someone does. as long as it is someone you don’t KNOW. because it doesn’t say who you are here, and if you DO find the need to use a name for yourself you can always conjure up a nifty pseudonym, you know! fake names are fun and exciting.)
- CONSISTENCY. CONSISTENCY. CONSISTENCY. it almost doesn’t make sense to make an online journal/blog/secrethavenofsecretsecrecy and it could interfere with your regular journal and then the internet will be destroyed and you. will. lose. EVERYTHING.
- the interference is a big thing so i’ll make it its own bulletpoint. bulletpoints are great.
- CONSISTENCYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.
why i SHOULD keep a secret blog!:
- it’s fun!
- typing is faster than handwriting!
- pretty backgrounds and customization!
- someone might find it and that is kind of exciting because they won’t know who you are and will be like, “whoa! who is this super-chill loser!”
- who cares about consistency, that is basically a thing only you worry about.
- (consistency is really important you don’t understand.)
when you write or type things, do you sound like you are talking to someone else? it’s almost impossible to just talk to yourself, because talking to yourself is kind of like talking to another person. you address yourself with “you” and ask yourself questions, like i did just now. actually, keeping a journal for (45678910/1234567) seven years has led me to fabricate a sort of entity i’m speaking to when i write. i suppose you could just call this my “audience,” but that sounds like a very plural noun and the thing i’m talking to feels like one person. (but an audience CAN be one person, NUMBNUTS.) it’s been that way ever since i read part of the diary of anne frank and she wrote like she was sending letters to a friend she called kitty. i wanted to be like her so i called my first journal hamster in the fourth grade and pretended to talk to him. or, i DID talk to “him” but he doesn’t actually exist. i still call my journal hamster but i never write “dear hamster” at the beginning of my entries anymore because it seems stupid and childish.
i already regret making this stupid blog because i feel like i could have just written all that in my stupid tangible journal. (consistency!!)
for a long time i kept a thing on blogspot. that was really dumb. sometimes i go back and read the things i thought a few years ago and hate myself a little more.
i guess i just won’t tag this with anything?]
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