sometimes I panic- what if nobody finds out who I am?

Have I told you how much I lurve A N N A? So much that I'm actually posting twice in one day. She decreed it so:

She hated hiding things. The idea that they did not get her, really know her, could make her despair. But they had ideas too, ideas of her. This revelation would not compute.

But ultimately, she was lazy. Occasionally, instead of coming up with an intricate excuse, she wanted to blurt out, “I have a blog.”