Restraint.

I reread all the blogs on this blog since the blogging began, and I realised something. When it comes to writing stuff down and posting it online, I'm actually rather unreserved about what I include. I'm not saying I display every aspect of my life here, because I definitely do not. But the things I do write, I write whole-heartedly. Which got me thinking about how much I'd actually be willing to share with ye faithful few. Because there's some stuff that I'd be more than happy to write down on first thought, but then when I think about it, it's like "Wait a minute..." And by this I mean that I have a link to this blog on my Facebook (which is reserved only for friends and family) and as a result of this anything I write on my blog has to be acceptable for my mum, dad, brother and grandma to read. I do not mean this in an insulting way to them at all (my disclaimer just in case they are reading), it's just, things that I'd write for total strangers (no offence, but probably most if not all of you) to read is very different to the stuff I would feel happy about my relatives reading. And then there's the whole being considerate of peoples' feelings shizzle. I mean, let's be realistic, the majority of my shit days at school are down to people and their actions/words/implications. Because quite frankly, secondary school is a bitch. Obviously I can't come on here and mouth off about specific people, because there's every chance they'd see it. But this is not fair because providing you were all out of school people who I don't actually have personal friendships in the traditional, non internetical sense of the word with, then I am more than happy for you to know who's pissing me off and why.

Yeah I don't really know what point I'm trying to make.

I should go; it's 00.17 and I'm meeting up with James and Becca tomorrow. Should be good, haven't seen either of them in ages. Nightnight all xoxo