Yeah, it was interesting to read people’s unfiltered narcissism sometimes. Just pages and pages of journal entries about how they were a genius and their agonizing over every little social interaction and relationship in their life.

I never ever understood any of it. But it was scary to realize some people really do think of their life as a novel and they are the main character struggling to some liberation or something.

All my blogs were just random nonsense or short fictional pieces. I could never take the ‘dear diary’ stuff seriously.