Time heals all wounds. Fin.

I fear this is the end, my friends.

I used to think I had all the answers, or that I'd be able to find them by squeezing situations to death in which to extract some meaning. Today, though, I decided that I am definitely just young and dumb like every other 20 something walking the planet. I'm crawling my way through life and hoping that this shit will one day get easier, or at the very least make more sense.

When I read back from my first post through today, I can clearly see that I've come a long way. But I don't know if I can credit it to self exploration or the thorough analysis of any specific situation. What actually brought me all this way was time. I now know that time is the only true healer, the only real teacher. Self exploration is good only for writing inspirational quotes, so that while you're waiting for time to complete its due dilligence, you don't slit your wrists.

Aside from this non-sensational epiphany, I'm ending this because I'm over my ex. I thought that I'd get over her when I met someone new, or when I finally got the smallest opportunity to stomp on her heart like she did mine in the end. But what actually happened is that I woke up one morning, not very long ago actually, and decided that I was tired of devoting so many days to missing her. Even with all else that I tried previously to get beyond her, the only thing that actually worked was time. Once I decided to take my time back, I got my heart back, too.

Even when I write about other things, it somehow all loops back to her. She is why this blog was created, after all. Time to move on.

But I've come up with a great idea for a new blog that I plan to start almost immediately- a blog that will still cover my life in all of its...strangeness. But from a different, more positive place. Once I start it, I'll post the address here so you'll know where to find me.

Thank you to all who have read my blog, especially those who have been here since day one; you were truly my support system. Your comments and emails kept me going and reminded me that although I love to be depressed, I'm not nearly tortured enough to be the only person going through this.


I wish you all the best.