Sometimes I can’t seem to help reading or watching something I have said or written from the eyes of another.

I mean, obviously, no one can ever truly feel or experience what the next person does, but I’m sure the majority of you understand what I’m saying.

Stories with titles such as ” The majority of my childhood memories have been locked away for as long as I can remember” I am able to step outside of myself and read them from a third person’s point of view.

And in all honesty, I picked up my phone to write this because of the blog I am currently reading, which I posted to my website on the 9th of April, 2021. I guess what I’m saying is that I can’t help but wonder about certain people potentially reading my blogs, such as my father, and people who I know definitely have read them, like my neighbour Andrew 😊

Anyway, it’s now 11:20 pm and I am struggling to keep my eyes open 💤

As you can see, I still have blogs that I need to change my name from “Libby” to Liv 😊