Honesty, such a lonely word.

I get grief in the form of surprise or concern from some friends when I post things that are embarrassing to write about some times.  Like my last post, "psycho girl".  I guess they think I'm crazy or stupid to post about some of the ridiculous things that I do and/or think about. 
But if I didn't, I'd be screwing myself in a sense.  I get a lot of joy and relief from this blog.  And it's because I can dump it all out here.  I can empty out my heart and soul on these pages... and it feels good, and I enjoy it.  There's going to come a day down the road when these years become a big blur.  I won't remember all the nonsense that my ex put me through.  I won't remember a lot of the things that the boys are going through.  I won't remember how my emotions ran insane spikes and frightening lows while I go through the trenches.  I certainly won't remember the crush feelings and weirdness that goes with trying to dip my feet back into the dating world.   Going back to college will be lost in the mix.  I won't remember how lost and scared I feel about trying to get accepted into the nursing program and so on and so on.
So, yeah, I'm gonna write it all down here... or at least MOST of it.  I want to.  I need to.  I make no apologies, and no, I don't feel embarrassed about any of it.  It is what it is.  It's me.  My life experiences so far have turned me into a painfully honest and sometimes outspoken person.  Not gonna hold it inside.  And that's that.  So read on everyone, read on...  I don't leave out the juicy stuff!