Deleted the P-Log and all that came with it.
Ages have passed since I had an audience not comprised of exes and my exes’ exes. It makes me nervous to think there are people reading about me, grinding their teeth and chortling all the while to themselves in some inane delusion that by reading me, they are humiliating me.
Really, they are frightening me.
After two years, he who cannot get over being left far behind does not deserve to know what I’m up to.
As for the strange, strange girl who takes the same fancy in my writing… it’s appreciated, but our two degrees of separation along with our never having met, well, that kind of gives me the creeps. No one should be that obsessed. It becomes a bit too paparazzi and perverted, and that makes me shiver.
There’s no need for that shit any longer. I don’t feel like I’m losing out on anything. Attention makes me all the more uncomfortable as I get older. I’d rather have a readership of people who know me, and have known me recently for that matter. We don’t stay 20 forever, and we don’t live in basement apartments with our clingy, deranged, manipulative boyfriends forever, at that.