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Dear Livejournal,
I don't know where to start except to say I'm sorry. I've been gone for so long and I know that it must be hard for you to see me here again but if you let me explain maybe you'll take me back.
When we met I was young and so full of life. I would visit you daily to tell you how my day was and what I was feeling. You saw me grow up and begin to grow out of the life I had been recording here for so long and I hope that maybe because of that this is easier to understand.
Life has taken me so far from where I was when we first started that I got swept up when I met someone new. Facebook seemed to fit where my life was going. It was growing while you were standing still and I had to make a choice whether to move with it or be left behind.
I've learned some things in my time away though that have made me appreciate you more. I've learnt that what starts off promising the stars but only delivers the moon is not worth abandoning everything you once had.
You were there, helping me documenting my past and when something else came along that seemed to offer it in a better the importance I place on history overwhelmed me and I chose to leave. Facebook teased me with a way to remember things that nothing else had before, as you know my memory isn't what is used to be.
But now i've lost everything I've gained. Facebook has changed and I don't like what it's become, I doesn't help me remember like it used to and I am crawling back to you to help me remember again.
Help me remember the happiest times in my life and the most painful. Help me remember how I've grown up and become a better man. Help me to know myself one day when I need to see how far I've come.
Livejournal, I'm back and I hope things can be like they used to. Maybe others will read this and realize that you weren't a teenage fad but you were always a journal that we never really meant to keep and that oneday when we're a bit older and you might be still around we can go back and visit and you'll help us laugh and maybe shed a tear while we remember everything we were and have become.
Thomas
I don't know where to start except to say I'm sorry. I've been gone for so long and I know that it must be hard for you to see me here again but if you let me explain maybe you'll take me back.
When we met I was young and so full of life. I would visit you daily to tell you how my day was and what I was feeling. You saw me grow up and begin to grow out of the life I had been recording here for so long and I hope that maybe because of that this is easier to understand.
Life has taken me so far from where I was when we first started that I got swept up when I met someone new. Facebook seemed to fit where my life was going. It was growing while you were standing still and I had to make a choice whether to move with it or be left behind.
I've learned some things in my time away though that have made me appreciate you more. I've learnt that what starts off promising the stars but only delivers the moon is not worth abandoning everything you once had.
You were there, helping me documenting my past and when something else came along that seemed to offer it in a better the importance I place on history overwhelmed me and I chose to leave. Facebook teased me with a way to remember things that nothing else had before, as you know my memory isn't what is used to be.
But now i've lost everything I've gained. Facebook has changed and I don't like what it's become, I doesn't help me remember like it used to and I am crawling back to you to help me remember again.
Help me remember the happiest times in my life and the most painful. Help me remember how I've grown up and become a better man. Help me to know myself one day when I need to see how far I've come.
Livejournal, I'm back and I hope things can be like they used to. Maybe others will read this and realize that you weren't a teenage fad but you were always a journal that we never really meant to keep and that oneday when we're a bit older and you might be still around we can go back and visit and you'll help us laugh and maybe shed a tear while we remember everything we were and have become.
Thomas