  Confessions of a Crazie Ah, well, the word is out about my blog. Though it's place is cyberspace remains a secert, knowledge of its exsistance is now very present.
(" Anna, are you gonna write about this on your Blogger? ") And I have been given full membership of The Crazie Clan. The Crazies are a people Robin "discovered". Crazies seem like normals people, but its deep down that they are purely insane.
Her Grandmother (" Where's my rain bonnets?? ") is the tribe leader. And because of my weblog, I am a member. Really, there isn't anything in this (nerdy) blog that my friends don't already know. There's a lot of stuff I leave out, just because its too boring to write about. I just don't want them to see it. There is something to that desire for them not to read my online version of a diary. There must be, or I would freely give out it's address. Maybe it's that "My Letter to the World" is so intimate. It's a darker portrayal of me, a more cynical Anna than the one who giggles through entire lunch periods. It's also private. I devulge the majority of my thoughts and feelings without second-thought.
But some of these things, I want to store them away and keep them private. Their mine. If that makes me selfish, than I am selfish. So, if and maybe when curiosity gets to my gaggle of pals; read the above paragraph. Then leave. urlLink This makes me sense to me. Affectionately... Anna 
