These memories...

...have been relegated to an under bed box to collect dust. Maybe one day I'll brush it off, sit down beside my bed and read them one by one. I thought this was the better of the two blogs. Although, the other one was more telling, only if you really read into it.

I think I was happier when I was blogging. I didn't have to lie to myself or fight to find something interesting to post. During those years I was free, and somehow that got away from me. Maybe I'll come back to this. Perhaps it's time to stop numbing life and face it full on. That's the way I kinda feel.

Zack Braff's character says it well. It's a modified quote from Garden State.

You know that point in your life when you realize that the {blog} that you grew up in isn't really your {blog} anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of {blog} is gone.