If you don’t leave a footprint, do you exist? If you came and went and no one saw you, does it even matter that you were there?
In high school, either no one called home when I skipped class or else my parents didn’t care if I had. Both my family and my school knew about my mental health problems, so maybe they were trying to cut me a break. My marks were very good so no one had anything to complain about, I suppose. As a result I felt like no one noticed whether I was there or not. I didn’t make the slightest difference. Is it any wonder I didn’t go to university or college?
Skipping a blog post is like skipping anything else. You feel guilty the first time and then after that who cares. If you don’t build it, they won’t come. The readers, I mean. Or if they do come and find no new post, there are only sixty gazillion other sites out there for them to read.
Ugh, I have to kick this apathy because it’s really doing me in, not to mention messing up this blog. I don’t want to disappoint my readers, so some days I might be quiet to avoid doing that. I also don’t want to freak people out. Already my parents are reading between the lines of my blog to somehow catch me before I fall and it’s kind of weird. To my parents and anyone else concerned: I actually fell a long time ago and since then I’ve been getting back up. You can trust me. :)
On bad days especially I update my tumblr with images that inspire me. I suggest that you follow me there if you need more daisies when my posts here have been mainly about bruises. You can check out every single post at a glance here, but it might be a tad overwhelming.