"It's not you.... it's me," he always says. "I need to work on myself, I'm not worthy of you. I'm broken." Something along those lines has been paraphrased by a major portion of the dating pool since the tradition of courting aged out. Last year, I found myself echoing the very sentences I just quoted. The difference between my break up and yours, you ask? Mine was with my blog, and what a devastating break up it was.
Well, I worked on myself. I had a year to self-reflect, and I came to the conclusion that I am now ready to once again begin writing on this public platform for whomever may read it. And the truth is when I think about why I even stopped writing and posting on The Hamptonite, I struggle to think of an answer. I like to tell myself that school and classes got in the way. I hate to think that it was because of my incredibly active social life due to my immense popularity and general admiration by all with whom I come into contact, but I'm fairly certain I can cross that one off the list with a bedazzled quill--because to do so without would be pointless. In reality, I think I stopped writing because I got lazy, which is as relatable as relatable gets but also inexcusable. This was my outlet, a sort of therapy, and I'm pretty sure my quality of life (which, despite what society accepts as the definition, I equate quality of life with my degree of happiness) decreased drastically. So, in the spirit of self-prescribed verbal therapy, let's get back together again. Doesn't everyone just love a good reunion?
Cheers,
Jack
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