vulnerable

we all cry out for understanding.


i feel strange having a "blog" (which sounds funny too ahaha), but i do enjoy it and the occasional next-blogging to a random part of the world...all those voices out there linked by this indifferent, online network of a community.
although public sharing makes me uneasy in a way, i still use it as 1.) an outlet for major procrastinating and 2.) a source of much guilt from being anti-productive :D

[recently] if every thought & action uncensored were noted to sincerely answer what makes you happy? and what makes you sad?....helping re-recognize everyone as truly imperfect. sensitive. and basically going through similar experiences. something i forget often, being engrossed in my own selfish little bubble.

once in awhile, i get an unexpected glimpse into someone's veiled emotions, and i'm blown away with guilt for having been so oblivious.

too many walls are kept up. we hide so much and reveal so little, even when talking with someone we love and trust.