Fare thee well guys. It has grown so that people I am close to have access to my diary, and my thoughts are not meant to be seen by knowing eyes. I would not take the time to write what I am permitted to speak.
Even when people I don't know read this thing, it leads to nothing but troublesome intensity anyways ;)
After a certain night of belligerence that landed me in a rancid cell in a Chicago police department, C has suggested that I see a therapist. Maybe its cultural biasism or a ridiculous ego, but I would never go to a shrink, a blinking cursor and un-google-able website is all I need.
So, I hope you fondly remember my melodrama and overwrought metaphors, as I am sad to leave this place and its three and half years of history. My stay here has been the most enduring residence of my life, longer than any earthly home or city. But the time has come for this rogue to wander again.
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