Anonymity.

strange thing that. she wasn't quite sure how she felt about it.
   They don't know who I am,  they only see what I show them. 

   They don't know who I am, so I can let them in on everything. They'd judge me - that's what they all do - but their verdicts are insubstantial because they do not know who they are pointing fingers at. 

   They don't know who I am and that gives them the courage to be brutally honest.

   They don't know I am and that makes it possible for me to say exactly what I have to say, shorn off all pretense and politeness. 

   They don't know who I am, so I needn't bother to defend myself.

   They don't know who I am which means I have a place to hide.

   They don't know who I am, so I can be who I want to be. 

   They don't know who I am, and that gives me the power to get away with anything.
she did quite like it in the beginning. but with time she began to realise, with anonymity comes invisibility. and that is a price she isn't sure she's willing to pay.

P.S. forgive me for my absence, my *innumerable* readers. (x i can't offer you an explanation, it's just that blogging stopped feeling right for a while. but i'm back now... i think.
   oh and:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LUKE WRIGHT!