...Heh, as if it hasn't been a long time already. But yeah, I'm trashing the whole writing thing. At least the kind of writing I've done that people have enjoyed reading here. Not like I do it to spite anyone or anything. I just don't have it in me to write that anymore. Actually, I do; I choose not to. To write that way is to be depressed, and I've been depressed for far too long. So if my writing is crap now, sorry, but to be frank I treasure my own personal well-being over your enjoyment of products made by my life being hell.

But I'm unloading. Screw CTC, that site never did anything but piss me off anyway. I'm out to find my own path, being me the whole way, not what somebody tells me to be. I'm not going to let fear of dislike keep me down and out while life's leaving me on the sidewalk in the rain.

I believe in opening your presents on Christmas Morning rather than Eve, that anyone can sing, in the best coming out of the ashes of the worst, in long walks at night, in dancing even if everybody's watching, in taking the time to look at the stars, that all you need is love, that music brings people together, that running is good for your soul, that Blink_182 is not a sellout band, that teenage poetry is nothing but too much angst put on paper to make the paper nothing more than a grease stain, that a human can walk insane distances, in running through the rain, and I believe in hugs.

Bless y'all, whoever "y'all" are...if you ever read these or anything that I wrote I'm hope you enjoyed them. And if you didn't, that's cool, because I think they're more or less crap anyway.

Anyway, I'm off to rock my suburbs.

Lots of Love,
Clyde