I used to run a pretty successful web ring and personal website. When I say successful, I mean I never made any money from it - but I got recognised in the street sometimes. At the time, that was success. To have my online and offline life merge like that was interesting. I uploaded my poetry, chapters of novels I never finished, pictures and, of course, my online diary. I recorded my every throught, evey detail every minor happening of my life. Including the relationships between my family and me, my romantic adventures and friendly drama.
As my boyfriend(s) became aware that there were people all over the world, agreeing with my every word and joining in with my complaints about everything from socks on the floor to a lack of sex - he quite rightfully resented the whole idea. My mother has still not quite come to terms with it, I don't think, and I worry sometimes she still fears that any mistake she makes will be "published for the world to judge", as she put it.
I was at an age where I was finding out who I was, desperate for attention, and willing to trample on anyone in order to persue, and make everyone aware of, my right to self-expression.
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