It’s been years, Xanga. How long? Six?
Years since I last came to you, crying, pounding away at the keyboard and releasing those feelings to the vast unknown that is the internet through virtual words.
I do not even seem to know that girl.
I want you and everyone who has ever read this blog to know: I am okay and things worked out.
As much hurt and wretchedness was there in me, that single truth remained– everything changes, and so have I.
I still ache reading the things I’ve written and I have been wrestling with the idea of deleting this blog, but I can never seem to bring myself to do so. The person who wrote this all, though only a far and faint memory remains, is still the person I was.
Thank you, Xanga. One cannot imagine how much you have helped me– to find what it is that I love to do which is to write, and to find the person I am and am in the process of becoming. A product of all the hurt, pain, and emotion I have posted on your virtual pages.
To you, thank you for reading this. Raw as it may be, it was still once my truth and knowing that someone cared enough to read mattered more than you can ever imagine.
(I was recently able to access my old blog. Along with the realization that I've been blogging since 2004 came the revelation that there is so much that has changed. Originally posted on that very same xanga blog.)