I am an author who does not write. I used to think that it would bring nothing to write down what I think now I find that it is really a waste, nothing to write because my thoughts are still expected.
has inspired me a bit to Californication, I identify myself entirely with Hank Moody. In a follow said that a blog is a "ongoing narrative" of life should be, I do not think that what I do every day to go there is because I share it as too boring and some regard as too private. As for the latter situation, but I find that blogging is in itself a kind of confession, if it is out, it is out, and in the end there are always people who to show solidarity, but because I am a man, and it has many before me who found themselves in similar positions.
The interesting thing about this confession, you're reading this right now is rather that I am fully for once I have externalized it. I do not seem to be able to live for me, the illusion of communication seems necessary (for when I "Publish Post" once clicked on, have changed for me, nothing concrete, except that I know that anyone (with a first name that begins with B), this is humbug by reads times).
I walk a little now and give myself to the nicotine, write me, dear reader, if you get bored up have, as you read these lines.
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