I must have fear of commitment. I keep saying I’ll pay more attention to my blog, show it how much it means to me, spend time with it. Not obsessive amounts of time, just more time. And I do for a little while, a few days. And then I go days without checking in, much less posting. It’s not that I don’t love you little blog, I really do. It’s not you, really, it’s me. I have issues. I’m probably not good for you. I want to be there for you, I just . . . I don’t know what happens. You deserve better than me. You deserve someone who will be there when she says she will be there. Someone you can count on. It’s not that I don’t think about you, I do. I care about you, it’s not that. I dunno. If you still want to hang out, that would be great. I’ll try to do better. I know I’ve said it before, I know, I know. And I’ve said this time I mean it, but this time I really, really do. Let’s stop talking. Hold me.