Monday, September 08, 2003
To All Things, An End
This is officially my last post. I've been toying with the idea of bringing this to an end for a while now...but now, the timing just feels right to me. I started this journal as a means of therapy for myself, but it seems as though it's been anything but that. I've gotten to the point where it feels like a chore when I go to type up a post...and it really shouldn't be that way for me. And it's also gotten to the point where I've censored myself for the sake of avoiding the possibility of offending people who find their way here...friends, family, acquaintances, and even enemies. I'm tired of it. What's the point in having a journal when you can't express exactly how you feel? Simple, there is no point in it. So, I'm done.
It's been real, it's been fun, and it's been real fun. Peace out.
This is officially my last post. I've been toying with the idea of bringing this to an end for a while now...but now, the timing just feels right to me. I started this journal as a means of therapy for myself, but it seems as though it's been anything but that. I've gotten to the point where it feels like a chore when I go to type up a post...and it really shouldn't be that way for me. And it's also gotten to the point where I've censored myself for the sake of avoiding the possibility of offending people who find their way here...friends, family, acquaintances, and even enemies. I'm tired of it. What's the point in having a journal when you can't express exactly how you feel? Simple, there is no point in it. So, I'm done.
It's been real, it's been fun, and it's been real fun. Peace out.
