I blogged tonight. But it wasn’t on here, on this blog, on Funny Bursts of Creativity. I’ve discussed this before, but I just find it really hard to blog on this particular blog. Even though I’ve had it for a year and a half and it’s been through BEDA and 2 BEDJs and it’s seen the good and the bad and the ugly and all that, it just feels too different to write in here anymore. Times change and people change and blogs should be able to change with the person, but I just can’t do it. I don’t know why, but I’m tired of fighting it. I’m just tired.
It’s hard to know where I’m getting at, even late at night when everyone is in bed and my thoughts can finally formulate themselves into something legible to others, and even I don’t know a lot of the time. But it felt so wonderful to take all of these thoughts I’ve been having tonight, and put them into physical sentences, paragraphs, a piece of writing unique to anything I have ever written before. Which is something I haven’t been able to do lately, for whatever reason. I guess it’s because I feel so different lately, so different from that person associated with this blog. And I’ve been so hesitant in starting a new one because of the memories it carries, the people who read but don’t comment, even the number of views. But now that I’m thinking about it, it’s not going anywhere. I’m not deleting it.
It’s time to move on. When something isn’t helping me anymore, why stick with it because it’s familiar? I need not be a hypocrite and take my own advice in all parts of my life. So here’s to moving on!
If you wish to continue to read my crazy ramblings and twisted insights into life, take a travel over to http://www.boobjob12.blogspot.com? Oh yeah, that’s right, I’m going to try Blogger for a bit (or, er, again). An all-new M with an all-new blogging website to boot. Hellz yeah!
PS. Once having transferred this post from TextEdit to actual wordpress, posting this is kind of… sad. It’s like I’m ending this huge part of my life. But then again, I’m starting something all new too. So it all works out in the end. I’m happy. I swear.