I stopped writing in this blog because I switched to paper journals. I wanted to keep my life in paper and be able to tote them around in boxes for the rest of my life. I wanted to be able to read my life, bled black and blue on the parchment skin. I wanted to remember everything in a space that I just for me (even though no one ever read this space and it too was just for me).

I need a place to feel that seems real. I need a way that makes everything in my life seem real. I stopped writing this when I needed things to be private and now I feel like I am rapped in my mind and trapped in my past.