Drifting Delicately

Where was I tonight? Not that anyone would want to know, right? So, I shan't bother to record detail after detail. I'm getting sick of this. Letters, Words, Sentences, Paragraphs....What do they all mean anyway? Writing to my heart's content - does it rectify anything? No.

Drifting delicately, entrapped in my fragile bubble.
Don't burst it.
Hurt me not.