Talking to yourself

You ever feel like you are talking to yourself? I do. It is my understanding that at least a few people read this damn thing, but nobody ever leaves any comments, except for Kim, who I read her blog everyday, and, no, I don't leave much there either, but I do leave some at least once or twice a week. Enough to know that someone is reading and appreciating her blog. Mine, nothing for a week. Do I have to knock myself out to get a response? I shouldn't, at least I don't think I should. How hard is it to sign up for a FREE service, that I have never recieved any spam from, to leave a comment every once in a while. Is nobody interested in what goes on in Natalie, Matthew, and Brayden's lives? How about Angie, nobody? O.k., the robbery, where we had our identity stolen? I don't care if anyone is interested in what I do or what happens to me, but the kids and Angie are VERY important to me, and to hardly anyone else, it seems. I don't make an effort to come in here every night and try to update, or entertain, everyone I know, and love, and recieve nothing. I don't do this for me, but a little feedback would be nice. How would you feel if you were talking and you thought nobody was listening? So, lets go people! If not, then this will not go on much longer. That's all I have for tonight, honestly, why write it if no one is reading it. My theraputic outlet is becoming a source of frustration. Let me know what you think. Am I being too hard on everyone?