Might as well face it....

It's been quite a while since my last blog. I haven't really felt the need to write. Not really...

I found out someone I don't even know had been following my blog. I know that's not that strange, but the only people that would know about this blog are people that would find the link on my facebook page. So that seemed a bit weird.

One night, not long after I'd written my previous post, I had the scariest prank call ever! I thought it was some weirdo that had read my blog and was trying to scare me... so that put me off writing blogs for a while too. (I found out later it was my sister using a scary voice application on the iphone - "i'm watching you Greer. I can see you through your bedroom window" etc )

I think I mainly write when I need to get something off my chest. Or I feel lonely. Or am missing someone. Or even just feel a bit down. It's like having someone to talk to, but not really. I still feel like I can't write about really personal stuff though, because people I know might see it... well, they will.

Nothing's changed. Boy's still suck. I don't think i'll ever learn to control myself when it comes to matters of the heart. Although I am a lot more cautious than I used to be, it still doesn't stop me. I'm such a hopeless romantic.

I can't do things in halves... it's all or nothing. Somewhere in between just never seems to be enough. Perhaps I am in love with being in love? Maybe. Or addicted to love? That's probably more like it. It's all too scary to think about. I think I need to just stop caring. Yes. That is what I'll do.

Starting from..... now.

Ok. Totally not caring anymore. I wrote it down so it must be true.

End of post.