crowings

As ridiculous as it must sound, I've just recently reached the conclusion that I've been talking to myself this entire time. It's silly for me to think otherwise, but nevertheless I was very disheartened by the prospect. It feels a bit like losing a benefactor, I guess. Somehow I thought if I put my thoughts here they would receive some kind of vindication, or at least the potential to be heard by someone else. It's a absurd way of reaching out to someone, I know, but I seem to have no qualms with embracing the absurd. I guess I was just hoping someone out there would do the same.

It's funny how self-conscious I am.