I’m feeling kind of down. I don’t communicate well. I hold grudges.
Sometimes I ask a lot of people. More than I’m willing to give myself.
When I first came here I thought I would use this place for soul baring. Thus the title - Secrets from myself.
I thought I would lay things out in the open. Dig deep. See what really goes on inside me.
I hadn’t thought who would read what I write here. I’ve made it members only but not friends only.
I’ve written very little here. I haven’t really gotten on my feet here. I wobble back and forth between writing nothing or very little.
I”m painting no murals. Writing no poems. Sobbing no confessions.
I do what I always do. Throw out hints. And then wait for the letters in the sand to disappear.
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Meanwhile -
Here is an old picture from many summers ago:
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And a link to Woody Allen and Mia Farrow’s grown up son in Esquire -
http://www.esquire.com/features/what-ive-learned/ronan-farrow-interview-1013-1379084982
I am nothing if not varied.
10-4-17 Just came back and saw a couple typos to fix and fixed them. Then I saw that Photobucket had removed my photos. First time I saw this. Kind of hurts. Life is so uncertain. And I’m uncertain what to do about much of it. Photobucket’s behavior among other things.
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