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All quiet on the eastern front: a valediction
March 01, 2007

I long ago decided that this diary had run its course. I decided that about a year ago, when I realized that part of the reason that I kept writing was because at the time it was the only way I had of communicating with someone with whom I very much wanted to communicate, but who apparently no longer wished to communicate with me. So I realized that I was writing for someone I should not be writing forónamely, someone other than myself. I felt a little disgusted with myself yet I kept writing because, well, there were things happening in my life, and I wanted this person to know about them. I thought that maybe if I made him proud or said something really intriguing he would be compelled to contact me.

Of course, thatís not really how it worked out. The thing which I thought would make him proud did get a response from him, but it wasnít quite the response I had been hoping for. And then eventually, wonder of wonders, communication between us resumed in an extremely periodic yet friendly manner once I stopped writing here as much, and once I stopped caring at all about hearing from him. I donít know how I didnít catch on sooner that the less he heard about me from other sources, the more compelled he would be to contact me directly.

The above is just a major example of a trend I noticed here - I was no longer writing just for myself. I wasn't really sure why I kept writing, and I felt vaguely dirty every time I updated, even on those occasions when I did just write something to get it off my chest, or because I felt like expressing a certain thought. I began to grow uncomfortable with the (albeit tiny) readership. I am okay with letting people who donít know me at all read what I write. I feel a little more uncomfortable with people who do know me, or worse, know the people I most often write about here, reading this.

But thatís not the only reason Iím shutting this thing down.

This year, I rung in a fun and happy New Year with champagne and friends. The next morningówhen PG was for some reason making fun of the fact that I have a blog (heís the only one here who knows I have one, and he finds it amusing, I think, that someone who is so adamant about her privacy ĎIn Real Lifeí would publish a few intimate details of her life for the world to read)óI declared, ĎIím shutting it down, khallas.í To which PG replied, ĎYeah, Iíve heard that one before.í And so I told him I really meant it this time, becauseÖ

ÖBecause I started this diary nearly three years ago when I was down and depressed and had a lot of time on my hands, because I didnít have a job and couldnít muster the energy to work on my masters. It was an outlet. It was a way to motivate myself and track my progress. It was a place to practice writing, and get comfortable with talking about myself.

And while I havenít evolved into a completely different person, I think that my life is very different from how it was when I started this. Whether it comes through or not, there is a lot of sadness, frustration, and sometimes even a little despair in this here diary, and I donít want to hang onto that anymore. I am, overall, in a good place now.

Iíll leave this diary up here as a reminder of where Iíve been, but if I start a new blog, I want it to be a place of all that is positive in my life. Or to put it more accurately, since I know well that life canít be good all the time, a place where I approach everything from a positive direction, instead of a negative one.

So thanks for reading (if any of you still are). This has been a pretty good experiment for me, and I will almost definitely start up another blog where I will no doubt implement all of the wonderful blogging lessons Iíve learned here. If youíd like to be informed of the new blog drop me a line or leave me a comment.

OtherwiseÖso long, and thanks for all the fish.

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