Sep 17, 2014 19:37
I'm not dead.
Well, not the me that's writing this anyway. But, half a year ago, there are meaningful ways that by now I thought I would be someone else, someone who was living a pretty different life, in a different state, on a different coast, no less.
The guy who would've been doing those things, well... I've been mourning his passing.
Which is to say that, as most of you have come to know one way or another, the relationship that I thought would be defining, in large part, my future for the next n (where n = between 2-3 and arbitrarily large) years, ended about 5 months ago.
I don't intend to discuss the things that changed in any particularly public fashion.
My day to day is far better than it was immediately afterwards, but there are ways it kind of wrecked me socially and I'm not completely recovered.
I'm going to try and start updating here again because moving on is a good thing, and while there are things I feel like sometimes it's healthy to leave behind, I think that the good effects of journaling are a good thing, as is this medium of being in contact, even if it's low key and occasional.