I don't write anymore

I first experimented with the idea of revealing so much about my life that people were uncomfortable being my friend, just knowing that every time I had any feeling at all, someone could read it on the internet. Saying things like, "I can't believe he did that. He's such a loser."

Then I thought of writing stories on the internet in order to keep myself going. Things like:
And the grasshopper was not sure why he had come into the house, but now he couldn't find his way out. He knew his death was coming.

Then I thought of doing what normal people do on blogs. Whatever that means. Something like:
I really like it when people snore and I am not kidding.