Reader, reader

I have days occasionally where I wish I could show you my blogs. Where I wish you'd read the things I write on here so you'd understand exactly what I went through and exactly how I felt and feel. I'm having one of those days tonight. Especially so since your sister now has my blog address and could so easily give it to you or show you. I wish you would read this stuff sometimes, because I wonder if it would surprise you some of the things I've felt or said. I wonder if it'd surprise you how much I hate her, or how in love with you I am. I wonder if it'd get you thinking. But you'll probably never see this, which honestly is kind of sad. I WANT you to read these things. But I'll never have the courage to show you or tell you myself. I'll have to have someone else do it for me. I'd be terrified of what you'd think. How you'd judge me or see me differently. But I am curious as to what you'd think. I want you to be one of my readers. I crave your opinion.