An ex of mine once said that blogs are just virtual graffiti. I was so offended back then, because I loved my blog.
But.
He was right.
Damn.
At least about my blog, he was right. And he'd never even read my blog. But I have. And I just reviewed all the crap I wrote on here through the years and it's true. It's akin to graffiti.
That's the sad truth about being a middle-class white girl: a lot of what I have to say isn't really worth saying. It's too basic. Too cliche. Too boring.
I need a platform, a cause, some experience, some passion.
But all I've got is a giant database of songs and song lyrics in my head and a penchant for over-thinking, over-analyzing, and letting myself get nostalgic.
So here it is folks: The graffiti diaries.
And for the first time ever, this post's title wasn't taken from a song. How...original...
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