Wednesday, December 14, 2011

caged

You told me I had nothing to apologize for, but I can't...

You don't understand how much it kills me to know how much I hurt you.

It's not the memories, or the missing you; it's the guilt that will never let me move on.

I could beg at your feet, tell you I'm sorry a million times over.

But I can't undo it.

I can't fix you.

I hate what I've done.

I hate that I hurt you.

I don't deserve to be happy.

I will never be free.

Hello Again

Whelp I did it. I survived a semester without you, lovely blog of mine, but I missed you quite terribly.

I've been putting off posting again for fear of mediocrity. I mean that last post was a full conclusion. I feel like at this point I'm carrying on a story that may already have been told, wrapped up, loose ends tied. I'd hate for my blog to become Smallville, or 7th Heaven, or Land Before Time, or any other great story that was ruined because they had to milk it dry - they just couldn't let go and in the process, they ruined something special.

But maybe there's somewhere in the middle. I like my privacy. I like keeping my facebook friends small and my personal life private. But this blog still means so much. I still find myself reflective sometimes, not wanting to over-share with my tumblr anons by posting deep poetry or personal reflection. So maybe I'll leave that here. Make this more of my poetry and maybe a blog every once and a while.

I talked in my last post about starting this blog at a place of confusion, self-searching and transition, and whelp, I find myself at yet another crossroads in my life. I have learned and grown so incredibly much last year. I am so strong and so independent and so incredibly proud of myself. And I did it without anyone's support, or encouragement, or rushing into anyone's arms. And I didn't do it for anyone's approval; I did it for me. But this year I have found that the more I learn, the more I realize how much I have to learn. And maybe this blog can be the place of self-reflection that it so powerfully once was yet again. Maybe it can be a place where it's okay to over-share just a bit. To whine about loose ends and life drama and lost friends and gained enemies and boys, and crazy shit I get myself into.

So I guess what I'm saying now is that I'm ready to carry this blog with me into the next chapter of my life. Like myself, much will stay the same; but I'm sure much will be different too. I can't promise you the PG-13 rom-com that was my stories, because that's not my life anymore. But if you want to take this journey with me, see where it leads.... maybe I'm willing to try opening up again.