I wish I knew how to feel about it.
Mixed feelings?
Maybe that's simply it.
It could be that simple.
But at night it gets complicated.
at 3am I become restless and strange.
then it gets better.

This blog was born of pain
of self pity.
of alcohol.
of feeling sorry for myself.

I am past that now.
I am starting over.
In my life.
In my online presence.

Closed down my Flickr, my Tumblr.

I am not closing this one down,
but I am rebuilding it.

I will delete a lot of it.
Simply because I am not that person anymore.