To whom may concern

I was somehow amazed that I had been told that who and who are actually reading this. I know I put the link all over my social media profiles, just that I thought nobody would actually click into it. Oops, there's actually somebody doing this, and I srsly thank you for being curious about me. Perhaps you're just looking for something to read, like how I usually do.

I'm not writing this post to say I'm offended because of who and who are trying to judge me by the way I write, or express myself, as I am the one who decided to expose myself, but to whom may concern.

People might think that I am weird. I dislike people exposing my blog and its contents while I am the one who posts my link all over my profiles. They thought I did so because I just needed readers. Yes, I need readers, I don't blog for fun. I blog with all my heart. All the words you see here has no even 1% of unnecessary attention. If you think that you cannot accept this, you probably cannot accept me. As this is gonna be the deeper me that you are going to face.

I am stressed of how I need to hide posts from anyone, even sometimes some of my closest friends make me doing that. It isn't because of I'm trying to hide anything from them, it's because they make me feel like what I'm writing was unacceptable, it didn't suit what I'm trying to show the world outside, and they couldn't accept that this is the me that they have known for so long. And yes, I don't want to disappoint them as well, so I'll be continue hiding posts, or deleting posts once they found out.

There's one thing I have to mention, what's in the Internet, stays in the Internet. This is the virtual world where I choose to escape from the reality, I don't wish someone could actually bring up what I'm choosing to hide from the reality, to the reality. I didn't show something to the outside because I chose not to.

I imagine my readers reading my blog like a world in the another side, although I don't really know a lot of beautiful vocabularies. You crawl into my deeper side to see what I see, to hear what I hear, and to feel what I feel. This is why I'm blogging. I crave people who actually understand why I'm writing, not people who are trying to understand what I'm writing. It's alright if you don't, I don't beg people to put their feet in my shoes. Yet you don't query me for what I post as a me that you think you didn't know, or you didn't want to know.

Yes, you may ask a question or give a comment on my issue, only back in the virtual world. What's in the Internet, stays in the Internet. Like srsly, you want me to dig all my stuffs out to you face to face when I don't even plan to let you know in person? Come on. I'll definitely talk to you if I want to. Otherwise, please keep what you read here to yourself, the others will read it themselves, and I will tell you myself.

I know this post is kinda offensive, but I am not pinpointing anyone out there, and I know most of you are the people that I know in real life. And if you're reading this, I didn't private my blog because I trust you. Yeah I still care what I'm posting, and how I'm presenting myself to you. I just hope that you could accept me, perhaps not as much as the whole me, but this me who is trying to be honest to myself.