The End

I've been thinking about this for a very long time, and I've come to a decisive conclusion.

I originally decided to make a blog because I was in a worse-than-most state of mind. I decided to keep a blog in an attempt to log the things that flitted in and out of my mind, so that I may look back one day and reflect: If I had another chance to live through this period of time, would I have thought the same way and done the same things?

To put it very simply, I no longer see a need for that.

Slightly more than a mere month ago, I was probably a very different person. I'm guessing at that here, because I can't really seem to identify with the person who typed the earlier posts. Definitely not the same person. I remember: I wanted to keep a blog because I thought it'd be interesting to chronicle my daily objects of ponder, that it may provide some degree of entertainment to some, perhaps. It's not a bad thing that I don't hear my thoughts anymore. By that, I DO mean that in the not-too-distant past, I have consciously HEARD my thoughts in a tangible, speaking voice. Probably the result of cold, hard focus, but it's not a bad thing that I've lost this focus. Too much light is blinding; Too much clarity makes everything lose its beauty(because everything is inherently imperfect); Too much power of thought is torturing!

To end off, I'm happy that now, my head is no longer dominated by a voice (something I've even forgotten about until I read my past posts). Instead, nowadays I like to think about melodies I can use in my compositions. Things like that DO just stroll in and something compels me to sing along! Life is good! Although this will be my last post here (as the title suggests), I will not be deleting this blog because I think it'd be nice if I could look in every now and then and REALLY think about how I was like in this month or so. It has been a pretty short time on the calendar/clock but this has been one helluva 2 months: Finding a piece of myself in another person, casting that person aside, learning to live with that, before stupidly walking through the same Trap of Thorn Rose Bush again (heh. A metaphor I discovered from the first post. Now, did I really think of that?). Indeed, it ended in a pretty bad way, although I didn't regret it turning out like that. All of that, plus the bizarre ideas The Voice taught me. Maybe those things were indeed the truth, but if the truth is so ugly, I really would rather stay blind this time. It's one of those things people just have to learn yourself: You never wanna get a chance to look back and see a time when you passed up a chance to be happy.

Maybe I'd start another blog somewhere else if I feel like it... you know, post the things that people normally post about: How school life's a bitch sometimes, How certain things make everything else worthwhile, To-do's, What-I've-Done-Today's, Parents, Pressure, Growing Up, Emotions(the Cupid kind included) and everything else. I don't know it's all if-but-maybe.

HAHA who am I kidding no way I'm gonna waste time putting up mundane details of my life -.-
This is It, The Curtain Call, It's the End, The Door Closes, A Journey Ends! Life is good.

Goodbye forever blog.