I am on the fence right now (figuratively... I'm actually sitting on the chaise) about what to do. Part of me is totally loyal to my old diary, after all I've had it a good many years. It was there when I was lonely, lost, and confused. It got me through basic training, AIT, semi-single motherhood, having many roommates, my long journey to conceive. My diary got me through travels cross country and abroad, and the birth of my son. Part of me thinks that perhaps it is a sign that I close the exhibitionist phase of my life. It's been about five years since it started, and we all have to grow up sometime, don't we?
Other times, I know I need a place to vent. It's explode verbally on the screen or explode in real life. No one wants me to explode in real life, for sure.
I suppose, I really don't need to make a decision right now. This place can be my new secret refuge. |