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Why I Write

It’s no secret that I use my blog to vent.

It’s apparent to anyone that read my last post, which has since been taken down, or this one, or this one, or this one, or even this one.

But let me make one thing clear.

I write for myself.

I don’t write to send “subtle” messages. I’m a big girl and I use my words like an adult.

I write because it makes me feel good to have something I’ve written out in the open. It makes my feelings seem more valid. It makes me feel better knowing that someone somewhere could be going through a similar situation and read my words and feel a little better knowing there’s some stranger out there that understands.

I write because it is oh so cathartic to share my life with the world and have my feelings on display.

I write because it makes me happy, and hopefully it makes you happy too.

So with that being said, I’m going to continue running my blog the way I’ve been running it since its advent: any damn way I please.

Au revoir,

Miranda

oh and by the way, I love you, dear reader. You are also the reason I write. And you look good today.



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