Inner dispute

Okay.

I see a lot of people who obviously don't have their shit even.
Now that's nothing to be ashamed of, I don't think I have my shit even either.
But don't show it around.

People don't need to see that.
No one likes pussies.

The best way to deal with that is to find a willow to talk to.
Allegorically, you don't need to talk to a willow literally.
Something like this blog is for me.
A diary perhaps, but I'd personally feel like doing something pointless, writing a diary.
The fact that anyone can read this makes it feel meaningful to me.

Sometimes I wonder, don't I expose myself to the unforgiving and relentless world of interwebs?