Psychoblog

hmm, i was never going to have a blog. i like reading other people’s blogs when i get bored or confused at work, but i don’t like the thought of people reading my private things. this looks pretty and yellow though so it makes me happy.

i had a diary once when i was about 15/16. it was in a little orange book with a smiley worm on the front, which i called wilfred. every entry started with “dear wilfred”. when i was that age i wasn’t having much fun with life and everything i wrote was so self-pitying. i picked it up and read a bit of it not so long ago and it really made me cringe. i also kept a dream diary, which was far more interesting than my real life. i often have very vivid dreams, the most vivid thing about them being how they make me feel. i have felt more happy, sad, scared in my dreams than i ever have in life. but then my life doesn’t generally consist of being eaten by munsters or anything so extreme as that, so it’s not really surprising.

a-n-y-way, this is my blog (for better or worse) and for now i quite like it.