So the problem with pouring your heart out to strangers is that at some point they stop being strangers. And they become People Who Really Matter.
And then suddenly instead of being really safe, every word you write is terrifying. Is vulnerable. Is going straight to the ears of people whose opinions of you are important, who you care about more than you're brave enough to readily admit.
And the day after you send those poor little words out into the world on their own, without being able to follow them and hold their hands and explain them and shield them from judgment, you have to look your friends in their virtual faces. And you know that they've read it all, and you aren't sure if you're hoping that nothing has changed or that everything has.
Or maybe that's the best thing about it.
I haven't decided yet.