i think i need a rebirth.

every time i am drained of inspirational creativity, i move on. i let myself disappear. and honestly, this time it's not like that. this time i want to try. but wanting hasn't ever been enough for me. i've got to do it, that's the challenge. not to say that i would be missed if i divorced this xanga. because i would mend the ties cut off by my leaving with those whom i truly wish to keep in touch with, which isn't many.

so, minus the very special one or two, consider this xanga deceased.
i'm moving on. i'm running away. i'm ignoring.
whatever you'd like to call it.

over and out.