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It's been more than a year now since I've written in this blog. I've thought about coming back to it, but have either been too lazy to, or thought it better not to. A lot of the ugly from my life is in this blog. My life has changed a lot in the last three years. Rapidly, dramatically. It wasn't expected, really, no positive change was really expected. But, in that, I've gone against my own belief of the dawn coming after the storm. Storms still come and go, they always will, but that's just life I guess. I'm still sitting here, like I've always been, trying to figure out my life and what I'm supposed to do with it. It still scares me like hell, and I'm still really confused, but, thanks to a handful of people, I've been able to keep walking, stressed or not. But I'm still around, and I'm thankful for that.

I think I might stop posting in this blog after this entry. I think it's time to move on from the part of my life that this blog contains. I'm ready to put it behind me, and leave it there. It took me three years to write that, and really make the final closing statement in my head, but at least it's happened. For anyone who reads this thing, sorry for always having been so crabby in here. haha. It's not the most pleasant sound of my voice resonating in this blog, I know. For that, I apologize. I started a new blog, one that I have made with the intention of tracking the happies in my life. I'm beginning to think it's probably really beneficial to reflect on the positive things in your life, that it will help keep you more happy. I've noticed that whenever I read over this fellow here, I only ever feel bad again. It's not a nice feeling really. I've called it "the.flip.side". The name sort of speaks for itself...

For anyone else who is still in this kind of place in their lives, I would like to say this: please don't stop moving forward. Always move forward, because no matter how long it takes and how bad it gets, I promise you, it will get better.

Catch you kids on the flip side. (No pun intended.)(Kind of.)

P.S. - Happy Birthday, my rubber ducky.