dear 48 days diary,
it feels weird knowing in forty eight days there will be no more. i think i will cry at 11:41pm when i lock this down january 18th. it will be a total disconnect for me in so many ways, but i have other projects in mind and this got strangely unfamiliar the last few months, really since the grump almost died, something changed here and i don't know exactly what. well, i think i do know what changed, and that's what changed is my unwillingness to share. when you start closing up shop, you become a different person. you give less... and less... and less... until finally there is no more and then poof... i wont come back here. i accomplished everything i set out to do and so much more. i have my life back and that is all i ever wanted. be that good, be that bad, be that happy- be that sad- it is just exactly the way it was before i ever fucked it up. so at the end of a retarded 365 day whore blog, i guess that is the moral of the story- this one anyway.
it feels weird knowing in forty eight days there will be no more. i think i will cry at 11:41pm when i lock this down january 18th. it will be a total disconnect for me in so many ways, but i have other projects in mind and this got strangely unfamiliar the last few months, really since the grump almost died, something changed here and i don't know exactly what. well, i think i do know what changed, and that's what changed is my unwillingness to share. when you start closing up shop, you become a different person. you give less... and less... and less... until finally there is no more and then poof... i wont come back here. i accomplished everything i set out to do and so much more. i have my life back and that is all i ever wanted. be that good, be that bad, be that happy- be that sad- it is just exactly the way it was before i ever fucked it up. so at the end of a retarded 365 day whore blog, i guess that is the moral of the story- this one anyway.
