Anonymity

I put my picture up. Why? Just to do it. To give me a face. But in doing so, I've lost my sense of anonymity. Without my picture being up here, I could freely write about whatever was on my mind. But now, I'm feeling censured because whilst before I put my picture up, I didn't have to worry about who read my blog because they couldn't put a picture with a face. But now, I don't feel like I can write freely anymore. Why? Because I have not fully let out all that lies in my head. I'm not keeping anything back purposely, but the reason for this blog was to put down the thoughts in my head when they came into my head. I'll take the picture down because I just don't feel comfortable. I don't want to feel limited and having my picture up will limit me.

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leggy said…
you can still write whatever.just censor it sha cos whatever gets on the internet stays there.
June 3, 2010 at 1:30 PM
YankeeNaija said…
exactly leggy. that's why I took the picture down because i don't want to censure myself.
June 3, 2010 at 3:04 PM
unspoken thoughtz said…
pheww I'm glad you took it down...anonymity frees you, and I for one enjoy your uncensored thoughts lol
June 8, 2010 at 7:27 AM
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