I’ve come to realize that people either love you or hate you. There are times when I feel that even the one person in this world that loves you unconditionally, still can seriously treat you like shit. And that is definitely not “out of love,” as everyone says. When writing this blog, I often wonder how many people think this is shit. And then I think.. well, do I really care? And then I think.. well maybe only 3 people actually read Bootsie regularly so I really have nothing to worry about. I have noticed, that after buying two diaries at Francesca’s in order to regain that childhood feeling of diary expression, and then never wrote in them; is because this is a form of me journaling. I use my blog mostly to feed my hunger for expression and fashion and love, not just for other people to view and read. I wonder if there really were so many people reading, if I change my views and ways of thought? At the same time, I don’t really ever want to change. I hate that the internet is taking over the world, and that sweet, soft spoken letters became emails, and that texts mean more now than actual vocal words. But at the same time, where would I turn in moments of creative ideas popping in and out of my head at lighting speed? Because I know that I love you, is not the same as I ❤ u. Reading my diaries from when I was a kid, gives me that gung ho feeling I need to push forward in the literary/web world. Basically, I hope I don’t change too much.