knocking on wood

The past year has been a blur. Life has been beyond the realms of happiness and at times I'm scared to record my life in writing in the fear that it will disappear leaving me lost and bewildered. I've jotted down little notes here and there on my computer but mostly I want to wrap my feelings of bliss around me like a blanket, keeping it in. It's weird how when we're lonely and bitter and sad we share all in long angst ridden posts hoping to elicit sympathy but when life seems too good to be true, I feel as if I'm living in a soap bubble that will pop with the slightest touch.