:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 12.04.2002 ::

No, you won't. It is terribly disheartening to find that during the days that I was seeing my friends (those of you loyal enough to be reading up on me, ever) the hits on my blog grew not-at-all. I feel like there is no point in even writing. These are the throes of blog-suicide - I see no reason to go on, especially since it is looking like these next few weeks will be chok-full of stuff-to-do, then I go on Holiday, then I leave for the West Coast where I more than likely will not have this Internet from my home. So, is it worth the hassle of updating for the reading pleasure of 6 people a day. I feel like: if people are going to read this, then it is more than worth it to me to update it as regularly as I possibly can, even if that means writing from work. But if no one is going to read this, then fuck it, I'm only wasting my time (which I have little of to begin with) and so much cyberspace that could be filled with that much more porn and pop-ups.

I enjoy reading other blogs, even random ones, so I'm not opposed to the whole system. This was supposed to be my "crowning glory in the bog world" but no one seems to be listening.

While there is no good in speaking quietly in a noisy forum, maybe there is no harm in it. Maybe this will continue. For now, the debate returns to inside my head...

"I'm so sick and tired of all the things you do to me, say nothing new to me, you do as you please. I having a hard time with these things you bring to me (like I'm guilty or something) whatever you're trying to say..."
:: Freddy F. at 10:35 AM [+] ::