i dont need it any more. i am almost whole, after the shattering experience i had in march. i dont know that i will need a secret website with only three friends who dont even know about the journal as a hideaway to store my emotions...

i have a goal; i am going to save money and go to europe next year, as a street performer. live in the hostiles, walk everywhere. maybe find some of the sacred pagan sites.

women: no worries there. the artist no longer makes the pit of my stomach drop when i see her. the ex no longer fills me with dread when i imagine her; in fact, i found some old love letters and smiled. i may have shed a tear, but if i did it was a healing tear of reminiscence. the singer, i never had any strong emotions for her. it was fun while it lasted, and now we are friends. and the current girl? i'm happy, she's happy.

hopefully going to meet up with the mineralist at some point this summer, i missed hanging out with her.

thank you, deviantart, for being the person i can talk to when i had the urge to talk to no one. but this might be goodbye.