A secret blog containing the ramblings of a secret someone...
So, I've been wanting to write a lot of stuff here for the last couple of months. Really, I have. But, it never seems worth spending the money. I'm in more or less contact with lots of people--email, phone, letters--so, is there really that much more to say that isn't already being said? Sort of, I guess. I mean, my emails are sort of censored. My phone calls definitely are. My letters, well, they're not censored, but it's so laborious to write how I actually feel. I really just want to talk to people. The problem is that I only talk to my parents and I don't want them to worry, so I don't tell them anything that bad. I generally don't feel bad, so it's not a big deal, but there have been a few tearful situations where I restrained my urge to call in order to not make anyone worry unnecessarily.
Who would have thought that the problem that I'd have would be with my family. Well, at least I didn't. And, about cleanliness. I mean, I think I'm one of the cleanest people (neat, I guess, not clean) people I know, and I certainly have never had issues with my person to person skills. I have since turned my host family against me and I'm hoping when I return it will all be water under the bridge...we'll see.
Okay, signing off. I'm going to try to do this more often, but I certainly make no promises.