Personally, writing on a blog is a lot like talking to a therapist: you can bleed out whatever you want to say (of course, to an extent), and the general sentiments behind each word holds true. A blog is out there, publicly, on the World Wide Web, but chances are that no one — not even your friends and family — will bother to read it. Like a therapist, a blog pretty much holds all one’s secrets and feelings. It’s not until you’re dead and people reflect back on who you were will they might one day stumble upon your writing.
Like pouring your heart out to a psychiatrist or trusted confidant, personal writing and journaling are mere expressions of feelings — of sentiments that one has been harboring for the longest of times or spawned at the passion of the moment. I like this blog, and I’ll confess that my state of mind has never felt so free, confident, and self-assured.