It’s just my life


There seems to be some confusion about why I write this blog so openly…

It appears that some think I have shared the stories of my past (and the past of others with it) looking for sympathy, looking for hugs and cuddles to say “Oh, poor Megan.”

I. Do. Not. Write. For. You.

I. Write. For. Me.

If no one came here and no one read my words – I would still write them because like a letting of blood it expels my demons. It makes me feel better. It allows me to look at myself and my feelings and sift through them. I am allowed to have sweet and soft thoughts in a world of bubblegum and cotton candy as much as I am allowed to have ugly and angry feelings and my expression of them all are merely mine.

It was recently suggested that I close down this blog because some of the people I had hoped to connect to better through it choose to take offense to it…the matter has not been decided but for now – I remain here.

If my words/thoughts/feelings give rise to your words/thoughts/feelings -you should examine why that is. Chances are it does not really have to do with me…well, at least, it shouldn’t.