She reads blogs sometimes to see what other people write about. She reads them and wonders if people tell the truth. She knows she writes a mixture of lies and reality and wonders if they do the same. Her lies are her wishes, mingled with her life.
If people all lie in the stories they tell about their own lives, what legacy are the blogs leaving if theyre all half false? Proof of lives not lived and when we die, these will be floating around nowhere, being read by no one and we will be forgotten.