Always Starting Over

I am well aware that the title of this blog is a bit of a misnomer.  It’s not even close to being a daily.  Hell, it hasn’t even been a monthly since last October.  It’s sort of been a vestige of my former self– a tribute to a life that I no longer lead, and haven’t led in quite some time.  I stopped writing when I no longer wanted to know myself.  When I no longer wanted to be intimately familiar with my thoughts and feelings– when I realized that I romanticize the people in my life to the extent that the way I view them is not the way that they actually are, but the way I believe they should be– a way that they never intended.

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