SO I am pretty sure someone read my blog. This blog. This blog where I just write down the stock ticker of emotional crap running through my head. And a lot of it was about being lonely. Fuck.
I don't know who it was. Some match from Bumble? A friend? Some recruiter? We can never know. We can, however, know their IP address but let me tell you how much good that does.
I'm thinking this inner monologue shouldn't be living anywhere where anyone else can find it or read it or experience it in any way. Am I happy to be writing more? Absolutely. But maybe it was a mistake to just put it out there in the internet-world.
Are you there God? It's me, Margaret. I need to know who read my blog.