The 1st

So it seems like I am really writing a blog now. Still not really sure why, when I probably know everything I could write already. And why to write anything if I can't surprise myself.
When I was younger, after writing something and reading it after, I was often surprised how well it reads. Much nicer than just thinking about the same thing. Somehow cleaner. I could saw myself in the text, like getting to know someone else I had inside, Who I couldn't speak with, just think With.
But now, it just feels like it was only me here. Nothing intetesting in the text. I wanted this to be anonymous, but why? I must already know it, and if I know, They know too.
But You might not. Lets see where this takes us.