A Therapeutic Resolution
We went out last night, straight from work, the both of us, both depressed about different things but frustrated with life all the same.I stopped writing months and months ago after deciding that blogging made me a hypocrite. The superficialities of anecdotes and the vetting of entries don't distinguish me from those people I frequently mock.
But here I am.. writing once more, simply for the pleasure of writing, how therapeutic I feel it is. I'm back. On a fresh page, with a new touch. No. Old. The original. The real me. I hope. And along with it I take the many promises I made to myself or rather we made to ourselves. Our lives are what we make of it. And it's up to us to make it better.
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