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Well, here's the thing. For the past year or two I've been trying my very hardest to not be who I used to be, and I've had great success. Now that I have completely abandoned who I used to be, I realize...I'm not me anymore. I've transformed into some strange and ignorant creature who seeks self-approval more than she ever did, and I do not like it.
So, although it may be a bit late, I have another New Year's resolution: I am going to return to who I once was. If anybody has a problem with that - shove it. I miss being her, however many problems she may have had.
For those of you who have only ever known me this year or last year: I'm going to become rather quiet all of a sudden. It doesn't mean that I'm tired or depressed; that's simply who I am.
But for those of you in whom I have confided: don't worry. "Who I used to be" is not quite what you're thinking. I've found the place where contentedness resides.
Love,
roxy
By a departing light
We see acuter, quite,
Than by a wick that stays.
There's something in the flight
That clarifies the sight
And decks the rays.
-Emily Dickinson