| So... only just recently have I returned to Xanga. Every now and then I came back to see if anyone I knew maybe posted a blog or two. Every now and then I've made a post myself but set it to private... Those little details and events that just don't need to be known.
So it's been 3 days now. I've looked back on a lot of it. I made so many posts... some of them rather intriguing... most of them just to fill the time. But I noticed how much I've changed. When I first started, one of my very first posts, I had an optimistic feel. Smilies everywhere and never lacking an exclamation mark. A month later and I'm starting to express myself a little more. High school; it's nothing but a burst of emotions. Three months later and I'm going through friends' pages snooping around and commenting. It was a great time; I had a close group of friends who all shared dreams together. Five months later and I thought I found the love of my life. Life was good.
A month after things went bad. She was one of the guys. We called it "The Circle" or something like that. The posts became journal entries. Day after day they became worse and worse.
Sometime after I put that life behind me.
I regret it, but I've deleted every single entry before today in hopes of beginning anew. Maybe the journal part of this is a healthy way to express myself. Of course... if I need to express myself it probably means I've got a problem or, at the least, an itch that needs a scratch.
So. Here we go again.
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