morrigirl | The End is Near

I wish I could tell them. I wish I could tell Mike, Abby, Allie, and Stesha that none of this is important. That it will fade out and in a year, two years, they won't feel the pain or the hurt or the longing or the love anymore. In ten years they won't even reember the names of anyone on this site. I wish I could tell them, but they can't be told. Because experential learning is the key to growth. We gotta fall and we gotta do it willingly. That's life.

The end is near. I've already written 3 entries today on my alternate journal. For some reason I just didn't want to put them here. They...didn't feel like they'd fit. All day I've just wanted to write in my new journal, so that's what I've been doing. I like it. I like it knowing that no one is reading it but me. I like knowing that my secrets are finally secret for good. No friends, no family, not even strangers reading my thoughts.

In the beginning having a public journal was very freeing. But now I'm rediscovering the freedom of secrecy and anonymity which is very fitting as I head back to the city to become another nameless face once again.