so i re-read hundreds of my twits last nite. i started twittering on sept 8. since then i've been writing down my thoughts, my sadness, my randomness, my excitements, my old & new exes...
the thot that there have been ppl following my life has now become a lil scary. have i been revealing myself too much?
but then, i thank twitter. it listens to my craps, puts up with my melocholic self, brings me joy & new frens. what more can i ask...?
altho, i dunt seem to have changed much in the past 3 mths by reading the old entires...
