I swear I do

I've lost the need, the urge, the habit of leaving little pieces of myself on this blog. It makes me sad in some strange, because I like writing, like being read, like reading what I wrote and understanding myself a little better. This blog was created as a means to express things I thought I couldn't, or didn't know how to express in 'real' life. Maybe I've outgrown it, maybe I've gained courage and started speaking my mind when I feel necessary, thus ending the need to vent my frustration in written words. So maybe this will be the last time I write here. Maybe my time is up. Maybe it's time to move on. Maybe I just need a little push, and this blog is over, hidden, forgotten. Even thought the memories inked here will never, ever fade, Becca thinks it's time to say 'Adieu' and move on with her life. The frustrated, different teenager has now become a spirited, understanding woman, one that faces the world and shouts as loud as possible. So Becca is on the move. Look out, she might be coming your way! P.S. Thank you, yes you, you know who you are, because you have helped make me who I am. And there is no more resentment, ok? I've made my peace, maybe you could try and find yours? See you around, maybe. I know our paths have crossed, and entwined, more than I ever thought possible. Maybe we will meet again, in another life. Because no matter what, really, I think you were the love of my life. I've just outgrown that love.