Suddenly, now, I feel like a puppet. Putting up a puppet show for everyone around me to see. Controlled, like my life has been plotted our for me and I'm just acting out everything. Maybe, not a puppet. An actor. Life, as a stage. I feel restricted. Everyone is observing my every movement, scrutinizing my every step. And this blog, I got no idea who reads it. I average fifty a day, maybe people just refresh the page or something, it's kind of scary, because why is anyone interested in my life. Gossip, yes ah yes. I feel a certain sense of unjust now. It's not my fault, none of it is, and yet I'm cast in such an unpleasant light and I take all the negative view from the audience. Just because I don't say anything means that whatever the other person says is true? No. I'm going to tell the world tomorrow. The world is my audience to my staged performance. Don't worry, I don't actually think life as a stage. It's purely metaphorical.
