Adieu?
So when I said I thought I was ready to give up the blog, I meant it. This isn’t some idle threat to get anyone to say: No! Don’t go!
I’m just over it. And when I’m over something, it’s hard to come back and convince myself differently.
One part that keeps me hanging on is I think I’ll need the blog some day, or I’ll miss it. But I just as quickly think: But I don’t miss it, really. I can tell you how many times I thought of my blog on that 2 week break and that would be, um, none.
The other thing keeping me going is that I’ll miss my blogging peeps because I love so many of you. And that is the one and only reason I’ll hold off on my decision for a couple more weeks.
I know, you’re crying over there. Rivers of tears.
R said the funniest thing when I saw him this last time: Bloggers always think they think of things first. Like no one did it before them, but there’s only so many ways people can express themselves.
Amen, brother.
More and more I see the same things over and over. Paragraphs of speech that all sound the same, and I think of myself first and foremost when I say that.
I don’t feel that I’m really saying anything original anymore.
I miss R more than I can ever express. I hate this teen thing more than I care to share. I don’t have much more to say.
It’s been over 4 years. The length of my relationship with R. I can’t believe I stuck with it this long.
R asked me recently what I would do if we ever broke up. I thought about it, got a little choked up but turned to him and said: I’d be devastated. But I’ve dealt with worse. I’d move on.
I think it’s my time to move on. From blogging, that is. R won’t be rid of me that easily.
Speaking of… R’s and my (self appointed) new anthem:
It’s been real, folks. See you soon. Maybe. ;)