de regreso.

I went through this time where I was sick of blogging and self-disclosure. I deleted my xanga. I deleted all the previous entries on my blogspot and if i hadn't forgotten the password to my wordpress, that would be gone, too. I realized that no one ever read anything I posted, and I failed to see the point of blogging. However, in that blog-less time in my life, I felt this void. Not because I missed "blogging" per se, but rather because I missed writing. I miss writing. For myself. I don't care, honestly, who you are and why you are reading this. This is my blog. I am writing because I like to write. Because I need to write.

And, after all, we are creatures of self-disclosure. We thrive on it.