It's been a full year since I have had this journal. There are times where I contemplate whether it has ridden out its purpose or not, but it still continues to exist, despite my doubts of keeping it going any longer. The first goal for this journal was to record my single life, then that evolved into documenting my dysfunctional relationship, and finally it became an outlet for my depression and almost nearly a crutch to help me overcome it.
Now I am here. After 8 months of being single and about 9 months since getting out of the hospital, I have finally reached the point in my life that I was yearning to arrive to. I found my old spirit again - with added bonuses of learning from my mistakes, encountering new people, and continuously having fun with my friends that have stuck by me. Sure, it took a lot of sweat, tears, and toil to build the foundation I stand on now, but it won't crumble as easily as it had before. Of this, I am certain. Perhaps it was just because I was a hormonal teenager and now I'm finally ready and willing to accept life. Life as a college student in New York City. Struggling writer. Fake photographer. Wannabe artist.
And the show goes on. Wilelove has been a wonderful experience for me. My little theme-less blog lost in the sea of millions of other personal blogs has been enriching and fulfilling. For me, at least. And though I have become a tad too busy to update as often as I used too, I'll continue on. Why? Just because I can and nothing in this world can inhibit me from doing what I want.
I'll wake up tomorrow, step outside, let the cold air burn my cheeks, light a cigarette and walk on. Walk on.
(Excuse the rather CORNY picture I just HAD to put up on the top left.)
Listening To: The Masses are Asses - L7
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