Ignorance

My blog from last night got deleted, there was some kind of error with blogspot. I hope it comes back, I hate it when things I write get deleted, which is why I'll probably never end up pursuing a career as a writer; it's all about deleting. It's more about deleting than it is writing, if there's one thing I've learnt from uni this year. I had a good day today, I will blog properly about it later or another day. But it was a good day. A better day than yesterday. I want my blog post back, but I know at least ten of you read it, so at least I got things off my chest a little. What I want to say now is too clear, so I'll be misting it up a little. Code is easier. I still haven't replied. I still haven't worked out what I want. It's cruel to leave them waiting but I don't know any better. But something clicked about five minutes ago and I was going to tweet it but here is easier. And there is no word limit. I think I know why I don't know. It's because we're in the same position, except her's was real and mine never really was. I just wanted it to be, and it could have been. But I stopped it. So to use the same excuse would be wrong but actually, it is still true. There was a post on here a while back, I can't remember when, which outlined the plan. It's a lot of months later now. I still went through with the main part, but the repercussions, they never really worked. There was something, an untold something, a message undelivered. So I'll never know. But I hope this makes you smile. I think, actually, that's what I was put here for, to try to do just that. And I think that's why I don't know, because I never knew. So I'm not replying. I'll say maybe tomorrow again. And again probably, until it turns into forever. It was just a blip.Or was it? This would be so much easier if I knew, and if I was better with words. Everything is so jumbled up in my head, I wonder how the words come out in a legible order at all.