So I was going to start this blog with background information, items linking my past blogs to this blog but honestly, it's unnecessary. It's unnecessary because all of my old writings lacked purpose and people want juice. They want the grit of it all, they want to hear about my life while contemplating their own. Learn by example, eh?
I realize now that my blog life cannot be separate from my real life, and if people I know in real life are going to read my blog then they can read it! And if I write something about them, then so be it! I am ready to deal with the consequences. (I realize now that the things that seemed so personal to me, that I didn't want to share, is because then I would be exposed and have to explain myself, and/or lose the relationships I was trying so hard to maintain).
Ok, so I'm gonna start.
Recently, I met someone who I consider important. A boy. The time spent with this person sometimes goes on for days, to the point where I think how flawlessly, seamless our relationship is - how one day floats happily into another. I think that if I didn't have someone to report to this summer (namely mama and papa), I wouldn't want to come home.
I haven't sacrificed my friends or my actual life. And I think that is part of the problem. I am living in a number of separate dimensions of pieces that make up my life: Life with the Boy, Life in Staten Island, Life at School, Life in the City. I feel poorly that it all doesn't blend, yet I fear that blending them all will create a mixture so distasteful.
