This journal lost its meaning to me. I'm anything but close with anyone who bothers to read this, and I assume that number would have to be close to 0. There is nothing I'm yearning to say about my life anymore. I'm happy most of the time. In between the happiness I'm sad, angry and disappointed but I'm living it all in reality, that's just it. No longer attached to words that are meant to represent some sort of feelings, what's the point anyway if everything we feel is personal, intimate and individual...I wouldn't want to disclose it anyway, or jinx it for that matter. Perhaps this was a stage I needed to go through to better understand myself, and to better understand that I'm the only one who can and nobody else matters when it comes to those final judgements. So yeah, I'm not going to post words anymore...I don't know how to. Perhaps occasional picture post here and there will happen, so that I don't fall out of touch. I will keep my journal, however, so that I can read you journals and know what's going on with those of you that I don't talk to on regular basis. I'll comment too...I promise. If you choose to delete me I won't be hurt, if you choose to keep me that's cool. =)