distracted

I can’t even count how many times I started to write an entry yesterday and then got distracted and stopped. I’m not even entirely sure anymore what it is I was going to write about. So much for the moments… But I suppose I knew that was going to happen. I figured I could keep it going for at least a couple weeks but apparently not. I write when I feel like writing, and that’s all I can ask of me.

There are things to write about, but if I wrote them, I’d only be writing them for me. And isn’t that how we should write? But they’re things that I would probably put in private entries. Except I don’t write private entries. The entries that I have in this diary that are private fall into one of 4 categories: (a) entries that I imported from other diaries that I had; they’re private because they’re unorganized; (b) entries that contain the results of silly quizzes or surveys that I didn’t want to post right after writing a really important entry, so i was “saving” them for later; (c) entries that I’d begun to write but never finished; and lastly (d) entries that I was writing to someone else, who had a reader’s password to read them. But these things that I want to write, they truly would be private.

So write them down elsewhere, is the logical response. I have paper journals and diaries, where I could write them down I suppose. But I don’t write for myself. The more I think about it, I realize I never have. Even my journals that I kept when I was 13, 14, 15 years old… I knew my sister read it. I kept it “hidden” so obviously. It was partially written for her to read, and mostly written for anyone else who might find it. I’ve never written for myself.

But at the same time, I don’t really write for you either, now do I?

(3 hours later)

See this is how nothing ever gets posted. I don’t even remember how this entry was going to end.