i heart throbsy.

throbsy; not throsby.

i spent a little while thinking about blogging before i began.
im not really sure who i am meant to be speaking to here. 
as in, who am i addressing? who is reading this? its weird.
and thinking that someone is reading my thoughts as im thinking about them thinking about my thoughts. but there is a possibility no one reads them.

but now i kind of think, no wait. blogging is like your wildest, stupidest dreams that you just know no one else will ever experience.
there are no rules. you can dream anything you like and blog anything you like. sometimes they get out of control, sometimes you regret something that you've done, sometimes a new thing emerges from something you never thought possible. sometimes its over too fast and sometimes you feel like you could go on forever. sometimes you finish and try to go back because it feels unfinished.
sometimes things work, sometimes they dont.