Out of all the times I started and ended a blog, the easiest to write is always the last.
I don’t like who I am right now. I don’t like the thoughts that circle in my head, the things I do, the decisions I make. Some days I just want to disappear and reappear as an entirely different person. Life kind of fucked me up like tissue paper, and I need much more than time to be my myself again.
Crafting words have always been in my arsenal though, and this goodbye does not mean I won’t write again. But I’ll be doing it somewhere else, in an address that does not carry my name.
Come find me if you can.