I have written some absolute shit on here haven't I?

So I was just reading one of my friends blogs today, which is amazing, not just because of the incredible intelligence and wit (she goes to Oxford) but also at the incredible insight that I have now gained into her life. These deeply personal, sometimes troubling but infinitely interesting subjects are thoughts that she has obviously felt compelled to write down and tell people about, and this is one of the bravest things that I can think of anybody to do.

A few years ago I had a dreadful, life changing, emotionally shattering experience and the thought of putting it on here scares me. To think that people knew why I thought in a certain way, why I can and can't deal with certain situations, sounds, pictures is literally petrifying. My parents don't even know the depth that I sank to afterwards, which is maybe an indictment to how I am a fairly withdrawn person. I can't even remember how many times I have cried about it (less so now) and I think that only 2 people have ever seen me doing it.

Does this show that I am a victim of being sucked in to the man libido of not wanting to be seen crying or is it that I don't want people to see me at my weakest moment? I think perhaps the latter. I recently had a mini argument with somebody over the concept of writing an article from a personal view. The other person argued that it does not make good writing, that all journalism should be objective and that it is not something that should be published. I think that personal writing makes the best stories and shows the most emotion, after all what better way is there to get into somebody else's head, than letting them crawl inside yours?