thinking about blogging and realizing that i do not want to be held responsible for my words has led me to wonder how committed i am to everything that i write and how much i want a reader to hold me accountable for my words. just because one day i wrote something doesn't mean it should be forever attached to me as though i can't change my mind. just because i have a thought one day and want to put it into words in public doesn't mean i won't feel the opposite later on. thoughts are a whim. ideas are transient. i wish i could say more in fewer words and i wish i could say less in more words. such is life and the frailty of language as a means of expression.

i've always written in multiple places. i pondered upon this proclivity a few years ago and semi-concluded that i didn't want anything to get lost. it might also be due to my adhd. or my compulsion to write at inopportune times (without a computer or my main moleskine) thus i have found bits and pieces in random notebooks, school notebooks, scratch notebooks, random papers, bookmark post-its, any paper i could find blank space on. i doubt i can ever recover everything. i do enjoy re-using old notebooks and finding a random page i wrote on and wondering why i felt a certain way. haha. usually i know. sometimes i don't.

the main point of this: i miss writing but i don't think i can ever write anything personal or too serious on here anymore.