Instead, I decided to start a blog. Excellent.
My mind is a corner into which I constantly retreat in silence to remove myself from the obstacles and weaknesses of verbal, physical and written communication.
I hate being misunderstood and I hate being wrong. Not because I need to be right, I just fucking hate being wrong.
I need to get over it.
I need to be laughed at, caught out, mocked and confronted. THICKER SKIN. So if you happen to stumble across this corner,
feel free to shoot me down.