So. I figured out what my problem is.
You know. When people are all, “What’s your problem?” Well I figured it out and you jerks can stop asking and hit me up on NBN. Word.
It’s that every stinking time I witness, read, hear, think about something even mildly amazing I don’t want to talk about it.
Because I’m selfish and I take all the beautiful things and lock them in my heart and make them mine.
And some weird part of my brain will only let me write these things because if I talk about it or hear someone else’s opinion on it it’s not special, or just mine any more.
That’s why I must appear boring or like a loner. But let me tell you my mind is such a beautiful place I guess I stopped caring about companionship.
I’m not sure I care about coming back to people, is that so bad?
XOXO
Madly Beautifully Minded Nealie
Nothing But Nealie 
Hi Nealie, I’m Nealie 😀 I’ve been reading your blog for a while now and its very good 😀 also, why is your name nealielizabeth? Is your middle name Elizabeth? Because I would love to know.
-Nealie
Hey Nealie.(:
I’m glad you like it. I’ve never heard of another Nealie, only a Neely so my insides are super excited to be Internet meeting you!
My middle name is Elizabeth, but I feel like that’s too plain for Nealie, so I often spell it EliSabeth.
I was named after my grandpa Neal.
How did you get named Nealie?(:
XOXO
Nealie
I actually was almost named Emma, then my mom heard about this name “Nealie” and she loved it! You know what’s really crazy? My middle name’s Elizabeth too. O: this is too weird!
Mind = Blown.
How did you find my blog?
XOXO
I just googled myself :$ thennnnnnnnnnnn I found your blog!!
Nice!