reading one of my friends' blogs just a while ago. realized, damn. how can one be so honest to a world that that will see her everyday and know that at one point in time, these people she sees everyday know the things that she's been through, know what she's felt and think, and everything else...
and i realize that sometimes you just have to let people know. because that's how you get to say things you normally wouldn't, and at least, if it's out there, you can let yourself look back on it and be objective and realize you once felt this. and it's hard, painful, and everyday.
actually i started writing this as a reaction to her post about some 80s and 90s movies that she loved. i'm partial to story/dialogue-driven films myself, but i guess that should be for another day.
are there heartstrings connected to the wings you've got slapped on your back?
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