how could I have doubted?

I had an idea of what I wanted to write today but now that I'm here with this blank page in front of me, I'm not exactly sure. I've been reading more of Leonard Cohen today. I know his poetry very well; it's nice to re visit it. He was supmre in concert last year. He evoked so much love and passion, it was pretty powerful stuff. I'm tired, and sad. A friend of mine told me not to blog about my life as I shouldn't share it. This upset me and now I feel 'naughty' but I don't want to stop blogging. I'm looking at my book shelf right now, it's filled with so many wonderful titles, it makes me feel nice. But also kind of alone; perhaps I'm not making sense. I'm not sure what I'm trying to say.Maybe I should go outside and crack some dead leaves in my hands. Destorying life.