All throughout highschool I would get home and quickly dash downstairs to the computer and login in to my cherished xanga account and write about my day. I remember this to be such a therapuetic time as I vented about how I got my finger caught in my locker or I was humming so loudly in class that the entire room stopped and stared at me. and I was embarrassed. It seemed to help with all the emotions that I do have, but I just bottle up inside. They weren't always poetically written, but they were real, and to this day, I still read through my xanga and remember very real hurts and joys of the time...and I laugh!
So, beware, these will be very real...and sometimes not always happy, and not always comfortable. But this blog really isn't for you, though I don't care that you read it...it's really for me.
About Me
- Naomi
- Jesus. Worship. People. Art. Theology. Nature. Strawberries. Love. Deep conversation. Quality time. Picnics. Long walks. Warm Hugs. Singing. Guitars. Dreaming. Boats. Smiles. Friends. Family. The Nations...so much to me.
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I remember as a young person too doing that. I had an xanga. As teens we often have those crazy times where nothing goes right and always feeling embarrassed. I was there. :)
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