NaBloPoMo Day Thirty-One: Check, Please

Today is the last day of NaBloPoMo. What I liked best about the month was having a chance to write out the issues every day they happened. It was especially good this month, since May was one of the most drama-filled months of my life. I think everyone at school was just getting sick of each other. Tensions were as tight as a violin's string.

But May was also the month when I had this sort of epiphany, and realized I didn't have to be mean anymore. Nobody was telling me, "You have to feed off these conflicts. You have to continue to be unforgiving." And I realized nobody was telling me that. It feels like there is a weight lifted from my shoulders. Certain things don't have to be taken to heart, especially the things that are meant to break it. I feel great. Even when I don't feel great, I'm going to get over it. Two years ago, or even two months ago, I wouldn't have believed in that philos.

I hope that nobody got hurt by my month of posting, somehow. I always hope that. I never want my web blog to hurt someone close to me (again). I try my hardest to keep diplomatic, but at the same time I like my blog to be where I can write about what I'm feeling.

Any of you who have been hurt by me, I apologize. But I want you all to know that this is my diary. This is what I have when I don't, or can't, talk about something with my friends. Sometimes it's easier to admit something to a faceless mass than to someone who know and hold dear. Internet, I would like you to know when I have to poop. Friends, please pretend that I don't poop, ever.

So I guess I'll write again soon. I don't know about what or when. Don't worry, though. I'll always be back. Not writing is something I just can't do. Bye, NaBloPoMo!