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Friday, September 16, 2005

An Open Letter

The following letter was originally sent some three months ago to someone deeply offended by the contents of this blog. It is now addressed to everyone who shares her sentiments. Shame on you, but what the hay, read on.

Sentences/words not applicable to the general readers have been omitted or edited.

In relation to this, read this post.


You have to understand that my blog is like an online journal, an outlet for every neurotic attack I have. It is never meant to be used as an instrument to inflict pain on people. I would never deliberately hurt anyone and knowing that I unintentionally hurt you hurts me back.

Writing is my therapy. Otherwise, if i don't share it and get advice, criticism, encouragement or any form of empathy and concern, I'm afraid I would have to get myself on Prozac.

I only write the truth. My blog serves as a documentation of my life. It helps me move on to actually read and affirm my emotions and thoughts on every happening and experience I go through. I'm not very comfortable in expressing negative emotions to people that's why I'm "out there" in my blog. It is my outlet. I write nothing but raw and unadulterated emotion: anger, hate, sadness, longing, joy, fulfillment. I don't aim to please anyone with my blog; hence, there is no need for euphemisms or icing on red hot chilli peppers, so to speak.

Everything you've read wasn't meant to be read by yourself. My blog URL is blatantly advertised but I never thought anyone would actually take the time to copy and paste that to read what I have to say. I guess, it was your curiosity that has led you to harm.

Take care.

Add-on:

Consider reading a broadsheet newspaper. This blog is like that - News, Editorial, Feature, even Obituary. If you were in my life, expect to read about yourself here.

This is not a tacky tabloid with blind items and magnified stories to solicit attention. Keep that in mind.


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*.* as if! @ 12:09:00 PM • • RBJ

 


I'll be seeing you. Goodnight.

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Palabras Finales

Remember me when you hear this

sleeps with butterflies ~ tori amos



Airplanes take you away again
Are you flying
Above where we live?
Then I look up a glare in my eyes
Are you having regrets about last night?
I'm not but I like rivers that rush in
So then I dove in
Is there trouble ahead
For you the acrobat?
I won't push you unless you have a net


You say the word
You know I will find you
Or if you need some time
I don't mind
I don't hold on
To the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl only sleeps with butterflies
With butterflies
So go on and fly then boy


Balloons
Look good from on the ground
I fear with pins and needles around
We may fall then stumble
Upon a carousel
It could take us anywhere

You say the word
You know I will find you
Or if you need some time
I don't mind
I don't hold on
To the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl, this girl

You say the word
You know I will find you
Or if you need some time
I don't mind
I don't hold on
To the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl only sleeps with butterflies
With butterflies
With butterflies
So go on and fly boy


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