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it's always hard to say goodbye to yourself. the past is gone but it will always remain.
i've had this lj for 8 years. i don't always read old entries but when i do, i can't remember which person i was talking about or what event made me feel a certain way. i didn't remember, it made me forget. over the years, lj has seen many changes and very few of my friends still write in it. i try to be honest in what i write but on other days when i read it, the entries seem so foreign. as though it were some other people penning everything down. i'm writing elsewhere now, still as confused in a jumbled mess. a new chapter of my life, the longest it will ever be, is already written just waiting to be lived. thank you and goodbye.