Real and unreal.
When I turn to these pages, I can remember the day I thought this would simply be my online diary, and I would catalogue all my aimless efforts, the same I did in my paper diaries. But the thing is, that I now realise that people actually read this rubbish. Maybe they stumble across it, but they still read it, and I have come to react to this. In my casual everyday diary, I put down things about the cats and the places I've been walking through. It doesn't make any sense to anyone else, but it... Sign in to see full entry.