Dear Secret Admirer

What do you really know about me? What can you possibly know about someone by simply reading random words they type on random occasions? I do know one person who reads my blog when I post it but she is not a follower on here.
One day at church, we were sharing the peace and she told me she is stalking me.
She admitted that she reads my blog every time. This made me happy. I have more people reading it than I have followers. So even though it says I have 6 followers I really have like 10 ish. There are just people who do not want to sign up for this website to be an official blogger.
Well my mission to you all is to get me some followers.
I want this blog to be HUGE! I want it to be a big sensation. I want a ton of people that I have never met in my life to read it.
I may think that it is boring and stupid but you all like it for some reason.
Seriously, why do you waste your time and read this crap?
This is terrible writing and I am pretty sure it decreases your intelligence every time you read it. It is non sense really. It is just a wanna be writer writing away in the basement of her parents' house.
Someday I will write an amazing novel and it will be a best seller.
Until that day comes I stick to blogging. I know that even though I think what I write is crap you all enjoy it for some reason.
Is it really that good?
Well secret admirer you know one more thing about me. When it comes to writing sometimes I am insecure only because I am a perfectionist. I want everything I write and publish to be perfect. If I leave in typing errors or spelling errors it is either to make a point or just for style. There is one blog where I left most of my typing errors. That was the hardest blog I ever wrote. I wanted to fix the errors so badly but I fought the urge and left them in there for the world to see how bad of a typist I really am.
Oh secret admirer someday we will meet, hopefully in New York and life will be grand. I will be teaching and writing. You will be doing what you do best. Only time can tell. I am getting tired all. This is a real late blog. Good night.