I was reading back over my old live journal blog it’s depressing, emotional and disturbing. I can’t believe I wrote half of the stuff I did, although no one read it that im aware of, where as I know people read this one. Maybe that’s why. There is a lot of people I try to hide my blog from, not because I have anything to hide, purely because I feel like I need to. It’s almost like I have split personalities, different people see me in different ways. I’m not even 100% sure which ones right. I don’t even feel like there is a way to combine the different personalities, but I’m sick of pretending to be someone I’m not.