365

[That was my 365th blog post on this blog. That's a lot. It should have taken me a year. Sadly, it didn't. It has taken me something like two years and a month. I'm getting better, I think. But I'm not great.]

[I guess I kind of want this blog to be a reflection of my life. So far, it has been. It was unrealistically happy during Kayla, and achingly sad when I burned myself at the end. It was melancholy for a long time, and then hopeful with Lauren. Now it's just confused. Future? Who knows. Stupid blog. Get your life together.]
[That last paragraph is too truthful. Maybe I should take it out.]

[The point is that if you're reading this, you're probably not meant to. This has been an entirely public diary, but it's secret. It reveals bits of me that I shouldn't probably give away. Still, I'm glad you're here. I'm glad you're along for the ride. (You too, Google sitetrawler.) I'll probably continue writing more truth than fiction and drawing a bit too much on my own life. I'll keep skipping days and blogging too much on others. If you're willing, maybe I'll write about you sometime. Keep a weather eye out, and maybe you'll show up.]

[I hope the right people read this blog. I hope it tells them what I'm not capable of saying to their face. I hope it erases their doubts about me, clears up some ambiguities, and reassures them. But I doubt very much that it happens.]

To the future. To the past. To me.
Cheers.

[Have a fantastic day.]