Ahhh! Okay. So, I started this blog years ago when I felt stuck, and angry. Stuck in a miserable relationship and badly missing another one. There was a million things on here I could relate to and I felt like everything I posted was a cowardly way of letting him know how I felt. Now I feel like …. There are so many people out there hurting, so many people missing someone, so many people who can relate to all this stuff way more than I can. I feel like the stuff I’m most attracted to is the tormented, strung out, passion filled, kerosene writing. Words on fire. But the truth is - they lost their weight with me. I can still appreciate beautiful writing but I feel like I’m lying when I post things like that but am happier than I’ve ever been and enjoying my life to the fullest. I’ve decided to delete my blog(weirdly painful decision), move on and not look back, get out of my own head so much- I feel like sometimes I talk myself into being unhappy and I don’t have the right. I have a beautiful family, a healthy baby, money in my wallet, plans in my future, I have to spend any extra time I have appreciating those things. As soon as I go through this blog and save all the quotes I can’t live without, goodbye tumblr. Goodbye you. I meant it all then. I was suffering without you. But it’s been a long time and not anymore, My first love.