I Like My Little Blog

I haven't had a place to "hide" like this is a long time. I remember when I was a kid, wanting to run away from home and my stupid family who did not understand me. I'd go to the space underneath an outdoor staircase that my Dad put a door on so we could store our bikes. No one would know I was there, but in my mind I'd think, you know I'm here, and you know I'm mad. See. I'm not coming home. Ever.

I guess this blog is a cyber version of that little storage space. People know I'm here. But they don't care. And there's something comforting about that...about how I really am alone.