I feel like this particular blog has outlived its usefulness in some ways, and the end of 2011 feels like a fitting time to move on. 

I stopped doing the LiveJournal thing at around the same time I started dating Mon, feeling like the things I wanted to write about were suddenly too private and secret. Besides, I was starting to feel a little bit like this classic XKCD comic. 

But it turns out that quitting this process really yanked the rug out from underneath my mental health, and that writing about my day-to-day life is one of the most important things I can do for myself. I still believe that diarizing is a form of self-deceit, but so is fucking being alive most of the time — and at least these are lies that help me keep my organize my mind. 

I’ve started yet another new blog. It’s going to be a journal instead of whatever this thing is. If anyone wants the URL, feel free to send me a message — but be forewarned that it is going to be a lot more explicit about sex and depression and general life messiness. And there may be poetry, so I can totally understand people not wanting to read that.

There are a handful of people I know in real life who I’d be comfortable linking to the new blog, but don’t take it personally if I say no. I really need a space where I don’t second guess every single thing I post. 

Happy New Year, friends. I hope that no matter how good or bad the last 12 months have been, that this next year will be better than your last one.

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