swings and roundabouts

The modern day diary. Where the option of secrecy isn’t an option. The need to be constantly in contact with the viral world is insane and me commenting on this fact is hugely ironic seeing as though I’m blogging on the exact thing I’m picking apart. Technology is like a Sunday; its good because its lazy and pressure less but it always has its downfall, the Monday feeling.

This whole concept seems pointless. You’re theoretically talking to yourself and people so happen to come across your expression. Years ago people wrote in diaries. Little books decorated in doodles and stickers and hidden in the most secretive part of your room. Now, everyone is concerned about comparing lives. Delving into peoples minds, gaining un earned intimacy. But yet, here I am. The viral I. so I might aswell give something to compare to.


Many, and I use that term lightly, people have suggest to me to write something over the years. To let the world that I have kept at arms length for eighteen years in. Apparently my story, my life, my thoughts are worth telling.


Its always worth a shot…