This is Goodbye.
Because I am a writer, I have an inborn hate of censorship. Because of who I am as a person, I can´t stand not telling the whole truth. Because I was already thinking about it, I have decided to start a new livejournal, and say goodbye to "Ball of Sex."
This space used to be holy to me, I could write anything, and more importantly, I felt comfortable writing everything. Unfortunately, I no longer feel comfortable writing everything.
It´s been a nice ride, Ball, but it´s time to move on.
I will contact everyone I know who reads this regularly in the next 24 hours as to my new username. If you have not received an e-mail or something, than that means I didn´t know you read/were still reading!
However, because I am a writer, it pains me that I might lose any readers. Please, PLEASE let me know if you would like to follow me over to the other side! ;) Don´t be shy, because I love to find out who else is reading, I promise it won´t bother me at all, and it won´t weird out whatever slight relationship we might have, ok? You can either contact me by e-mail or by facebook, if you know either my name or my e-mail address. If you don´t know either, please post a comment and we will find a way to get in contact.
Thank you everyone for reading and caring. This has been a wonderful place for me, and I will not forget it.
As memorial, I post my last poem here (it might end up a song). It is something small I wrote the day me and Andrew broke up, but before we broke up. I wasn´t sure where we were going, but I think it was sheer intuition, as the words made little sense to me in the moment, and now... now I know them well.
I can feel the numbing solvent
The needle breaks through
String tugs at skin
Pulling it over, over
Cover and
Stitch these open wounds I wore for you
The sun goes down
And my petals shrink and close
Gotta protect myself
Gotta protect myself
You were always the greatest danger to Us
I´d say, I´d say
I knew
I knew
Well here comes your last chance, boy
Here comes the last chance, love
After this there are no guaruntees
You know the offer by now
It´s everything I´ve got
Down to those pink socks you think are cute
You want it or not?
You want in or out?
It´s everything or nothing, I´m afraid
I don´t mean to be so extreme
But we can´t go back now
We can´t go back now
To quote C.S. Lewis´s "The Last Battle" --
"Onwards and Upwards!"
This space used to be holy to me, I could write anything, and more importantly, I felt comfortable writing everything. Unfortunately, I no longer feel comfortable writing everything.
It´s been a nice ride, Ball, but it´s time to move on.
I will contact everyone I know who reads this regularly in the next 24 hours as to my new username. If you have not received an e-mail or something, than that means I didn´t know you read/were still reading!
However, because I am a writer, it pains me that I might lose any readers. Please, PLEASE let me know if you would like to follow me over to the other side! ;) Don´t be shy, because I love to find out who else is reading, I promise it won´t bother me at all, and it won´t weird out whatever slight relationship we might have, ok? You can either contact me by e-mail or by facebook, if you know either my name or my e-mail address. If you don´t know either, please post a comment and we will find a way to get in contact.
Thank you everyone for reading and caring. This has been a wonderful place for me, and I will not forget it.
As memorial, I post my last poem here (it might end up a song). It is something small I wrote the day me and Andrew broke up, but before we broke up. I wasn´t sure where we were going, but I think it was sheer intuition, as the words made little sense to me in the moment, and now... now I know them well.
I can feel the numbing solvent
The needle breaks through
String tugs at skin
Pulling it over, over
Cover and
Stitch these open wounds I wore for you
The sun goes down
And my petals shrink and close
Gotta protect myself
Gotta protect myself
You were always the greatest danger to Us
I´d say, I´d say
I knew
I knew
Well here comes your last chance, boy
Here comes the last chance, love
After this there are no guaruntees
You know the offer by now
It´s everything I´ve got
Down to those pink socks you think are cute
You want it or not?
You want in or out?
It´s everything or nothing, I´m afraid
I don´t mean to be so extreme
But we can´t go back now
We can´t go back now
To quote C.S. Lewis´s "The Last Battle" --
"Onwards and Upwards!"