Blogging has been good for me. Fun for a time. But I'm ready to go back to my 3X5 inch notebook, in which I don't worry about proving the profoundness of my thoughts. I miss the raw outlet of embarrassing or elated or depressing thoughts. As and when they strike me. Grammatically incorrect and all.
Goodbye ol' blog. And know, there were secrets I kept from you. But none I kept from myself.
"Do you think that if a man were looking in that direction… life would seem petty?"
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