I'm 17 now. I feel the same... in terms of my daily routine and what i do, my habits.
I feel different. Some things just don't feel as important as they once did any more. this blog doesnt feel so vital to me all of a sudden. Perhaps it's the realisation that perhaps, all my blogging has been really superficial.... and the things i REALLY want to write down can't be written down. For fear of upsetting someone. Perhaps i'll get a diary with those password thingies... or perhaps when i'm feeling more up and carefree ( ie after promos, pw and chinese ) i'll continue blogging.
Lots have happened since I last blogged. I don't really want to divulge.
And here lies the crux of it all. I don't feel like telling the whole world(or at least part of it) what happens to me anymore. I don't even want to tell some people, whom i know, and have known for a long time, the things that happen to me. Or what I do.
Part of the joy of blogging for me has been to recount my daily happenings and to try to put a spin on them... in a non-malicious, humorous way. It takes quite a bit of energy and time. I don't have so much of those two things anymore. Schoolwork, council stuff, PW, are sapping my energy and time. Just not enough time. Even when there is any spare time, I'd rather be sleeping.
When I started out writing this post, I only intended to say "don't expect too frequent updates, i'm really busy yada yada blah blah". As I write this, the feeling of wanting to close this blog is creeping in more and more.
Maybe that's why I wanted to keep this short.
Murder, he wrote. At
8/22/2004 01:33:00 pm
.I AM
. Gabriel
. OUT of the Army
. Waiting to prove himself