2003-12-27
I wanna breath.
I try and nothing comes in or out.
It feels like dying again.
And it's not good.
It's not good at all.
It feels like I wanna burst into the world.
But I don't, I'm afraid of the fame it will bring me.
I mean, if I write and lots of people read my crap, it could make my name reach into the Active Blog List, but I don't want that.
Every single blog who's name is on that list, is automatically categorized as commercialized.
I don't want people to automatically assume my blog is commercialized. it sucks. especially if it's totally not true.
Damn.
Of course comments and entries make me glad, but I hate the thought that it causes such damage.
Have a great time, all of you, that don't read this text.
I try and nothing comes in or out.
It feels like dying again.
And it's not good.
It's not good at all.
It feels like I wanna burst into the world.
But I don't, I'm afraid of the fame it will bring me.
I mean, if I write and lots of people read my crap, it could make my name reach into the Active Blog List, but I don't want that.
Every single blog who's name is on that list, is automatically categorized as commercialized.
I don't want people to automatically assume my blog is commercialized. it sucks. especially if it's totally not true.
Damn.
Of course comments and entries make me glad, but I hate the thought that it causes such damage.
Have a great time, all of you, that don't read this text.
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