you hate the feeling that if you don't type out every little thing that happens to you every single day, no one will know what is going on with you; and similarly that you will not know what is going on with anyone else without access to their banalities. (pretend this will sort itself out eventually since it's just not true.)

you are pretty sure you have not yet found the balance of enough personal details to be interesting versus too many personal details as to be totally creepy and probably boring too. maybe you think again about the quote amanda brought up:

we write about our life, not to see it as it was, but to see it as we wish others might see it, so we may borrow their gaze and begin to see our life through their eyes, not ours. only then, perhaps, would we begin to understand our life story. (andre aciman)

you want to believe that there is reason behind all this, but you're not sure if you like that one.

also, you forgot to finish defining yourself, and you don't understand why you keep thinking in the second person.