Yes, I’m talking to you. I hope we never meet, no offense. Unless we’ve already met, I don’t want to meet you. If we have met, you’re one of my awesome friends. Don’t get me wrong, you’re still awesome if I don’t know you, but they are the best friends that I could ask for. Especially if they check my blog daily, *cough* Ariana *cough*. Why don’t I want to meet you? Let’s just say I’m insecure when it comes to sharing my writing with strangers. Even when it comes to my friends, I always email them, for I feel awkward if they’re reading my writing in the same room as me. Unless you’re Slacker, because then you’re done reading before the awkwardness sets in. See, Slacker is a really fast reader. Sure, she’s a slacker. But I can’t keep up with her without skipping whole paragraphs. It’s sad.
Since that got really off topic, I will bake you all cookies. Actually, I’ll just give you all hugs! (>`-`)> <(*-*<) <(*-*<) <(*-*<)
Now, back to the topic. If someday you see me on the street and recognize me (stalker!), don’t come up to me and introduce yourself as a blog reader. I promise you I’ll run away. When I get back home, I’ll read over all my blog posts and make sure they’re flawless. Because if they’re not, I will break down in tears. That’s how insecure I am about sharing my writing.
I bet you’re wondering how I can even keep a blog. The answer is simple: I’m never going to meet you! So, you can think whatever the heck you want about my blog, and I don’t give a crap because I’ll never meet you in person! That was a compund-complex sentence! We just learned about those in English class! Which reminds me about my homework… shoot.
Holy bananas! No spelling mistakes!