#278 - I'm Not Dead, But I Wished I Was
There's about no chance I'll start using this again I suppose, but I feel like when I look at that I need to push the last post down off the page some, so I suppose I'll type a little bit here on the offchance that I view it again.
After that post was a pretty hellish time for quite awhile, and though I've yet to do anything in the romance department besides a few month stint and a vacation with a girl I knew from the internet, I at least feel like I've gotten over it and moved on, which is good. It was only recently that I deleted a bunch of the emails that I had and erased her number from my phone. It was actually a little bit liberating in a way, though sad in the same. I still use a few things she gave me from time to time which is awkward, and I have a few things in my closet somewhere that she made that I've yet to find the heart to throw out despite having no use for them.
There's really nothing else to talk about. You'd think after a few years there would be, but I think in a lot of ways I've outgrown my blogging phase -- my Livejournal sits almost completely unattended excluding reading the friends page, and I rarely post blurbs on MySpace or Facebook. Part of that might be the lack of anonymity that this actually provides. It's sort of ironic, I lost interest in Blogger because I felt like I had passed the link out to too many people and didn't feel comfortable saying the things that I want to, only to find without people reading and commenting that I didn't feel a reason to blog anything.
I don't know. These are the times I wish I had someone else, so I wouldn't be on the internet so much. Not that its a bad place, I guess.
Oh well, no use bitching about it.
After that post was a pretty hellish time for quite awhile, and though I've yet to do anything in the romance department besides a few month stint and a vacation with a girl I knew from the internet, I at least feel like I've gotten over it and moved on, which is good. It was only recently that I deleted a bunch of the emails that I had and erased her number from my phone. It was actually a little bit liberating in a way, though sad in the same. I still use a few things she gave me from time to time which is awkward, and I have a few things in my closet somewhere that she made that I've yet to find the heart to throw out despite having no use for them.
There's really nothing else to talk about. You'd think after a few years there would be, but I think in a lot of ways I've outgrown my blogging phase -- my Livejournal sits almost completely unattended excluding reading the friends page, and I rarely post blurbs on MySpace or Facebook. Part of that might be the lack of anonymity that this actually provides. It's sort of ironic, I lost interest in Blogger because I felt like I had passed the link out to too many people and didn't feel comfortable saying the things that I want to, only to find without people reading and commenting that I didn't feel a reason to blog anything.
I don't know. These are the times I wish I had someone else, so I wouldn't be on the internet so much. Not that its a bad place, I guess.
Oh well, no use bitching about it.
