Reading Blogs

I feel like, when I read people's blogs, that I'm reading their thoughts. I guess I am. That was stupid.

What I meant is that the words written down seem like they're for a certain audience, not the general public. That blogs rely on the anonymity of the internet for their freedom of thought. I just finished reading somebody's blog in its entirety. There's not much I can say; too much information in my head. It's like I just finished reading an interesting novel, but I know that I'll talk to them tomorrow, and they'll be real. Have you ever wanted a novel not to end? It's a strange feeling.

Maybe I'm just too sentimental about these kinds of things. I need to get out more. On second (third?) thought, I need to make some money, so I can go places. I'd like to go to Singapore sometime.