I write these blogs that nobody sees.
I write my heart out and nobody cares to comment. That's probably because they haven't seen the blogs!
I used to pour my heart out on LiveJournal. Then the Russians bought it and my entries got very screwed up and unreadable. All those words, all those actual stories, I do hope are still in the archives, but to be safe, I printed out copies of them. So my stories are in a folder on paper. Only problem is that the type font is about a 4 and to get them into the computer will take years.
Why do I bother?
I've always kept journals. I've written while under duress, under stress, in hospitals, on vacation, while sitting in misery and happiness...I've written down my feelings.
Sincerely, I doubt anyone will really give a damn about my words. Years from now, providing there isn't an end of the world, perhaps one of my descendants will find something with my name on it, in a long forgotten vault or stack of paper, and read what I have to say.
This seems to be nothing more than a place for me to vent.
So be it.