not a journal

not a writer

i am not a writer. and this is not a journal.

there may not be a you. but this is still addressed to you. and these are still stories.

but even though this is addressed to you, this is still for me. indeed, even though i write in plain english, you may not even be able to understand this. at least, that’s what someone from my past told me about my previous notes.

not not a writer

“i read some, but i feel like i’d need to be inside your brain to understand it”.

i’m still trying to decide if that’s ok. these entries should be raw and they should be me, but they should still be comprehensible. not because i care if you understand¹ but because if my accounts are deemed too arcane by people who know me, does that mean i don’t understand me either?