I am back, sort of.
Much has changed in the space of over a year. I’m in a different city, living in a wildly different situation. And I am unhappy.
I found myself browsing for diary-type of applications on the iTunes store, when it dawned on me, “What are you, 12?”. Then I remembered. Over a year ago, when I created this blog, I was unhappy too. And when things got better I abandoned it. People, huh?
So now I’ve returned. If blogs had feelings, I hope this one is not mad at me. I know I wouldn’t be as forgiving.
Why am I here again? I guess sometimes there are things that you keep hidden inside you, bursting inside. And sometimes, they are much easier to type out, than said outright. All in all, I guess I am just selfishly searching for an outlet. Maybe too, when I am much older and wiser, I can reread all my posts fondly.
Nobody follows this blog, or at least I believe that to be the case. Perhaps that is for the best. I don’t know if I could be as forthcoming if anyone I knew was reading. Of course, I could keep my journals private and off the web. But maybe deep down I wish some random person would pick this up from the ether, and find it as therapeutic as I hope it will be to me.
I feel better already.
