A Bit Rusty, But I Think It Will Still Work
The lapse of time between entries has grown exponentially over the past five years.
As my journal posts and visits have dwindled, my diary has gradually gotten pushed, shoved, and moved to the dark, musty attics and storage closets of cyberspace.
After unintentionally stumbling upon it this afternoon and revisiting a few of my entries, I realize there's still plenty of room for a few more chapters. I cannot have it end like this, all sad and moth-eaten and neglected.
It's time to dust these pages off and start writing again.
As my journal posts and visits have dwindled, my diary has gradually gotten pushed, shoved, and moved to the dark, musty attics and storage closets of cyberspace.
After unintentionally stumbling upon it this afternoon and revisiting a few of my entries, I realize there's still plenty of room for a few more chapters. I cannot have it end like this, all sad and moth-eaten and neglected.
It's time to dust these pages off and start writing again.