I Find I Use This Blog As A Sort Of Therapy. I've Never Been Able To Be Open To People. Even Anonymously

I find I use this blog as a sort of therapy. I've never been able to be open to people. Even anonymously on the internet I tend to clam up, be cagey, or start to perform for others an exaggeration of myself. This blog I think is sort of my latest attempt to see how honest I can be. How intimate my thoughts can be. How much I can allow myself to say. So far, I've said more on here than I've ever said to anyone ever. Most of it is weird, gross, offputting, random, and a little disturbing, but that's ok. I'm writing for me. All these disjointed snippets by no means reflect the person I am as a whole, but they each of them have their own place in the time they were written and the ever shifting person they were written by. Nightmares, dreams, stresses, anxieties, joys, wants, observations, life events, and moods. All are strange and uncomfortable. I'm trying to be ok with that.

Whelp, I quit my job yesterday

Btw, lisps = super cute.

The inside of my thighs are so soft, y'all.

Is it too much to ask for Alex Borstein to peg me into oblivion?

I love him to bits, but I find Greg Davis' hands extremely triggering