Kill; Resurrect; Repeat.

I killed it once before, or at the very least wounded it badly. It seemed so simple, and silly, really. I'd found someplace new, a virtually untapped (and untainted,) convivial atmosphere to share with all those I hold so near and dear. Afterall, MySpace wasn't the only fish in the cyber sea. With much frustration, I finally widdled my profile to blankness and obscurity.

So I came here. Overjoyed at the thought of something new, something better. I dabbled in the creative process of racking my brain for something eloquent to say (and no one to read,) but mainly needed somewhere to vent. For the short-while I sampled Blog Spot, I found it to be nothing short of liberating.

I found out quickly that MySpace is just too damn convenient. So much so, that no matter what level of contact I strived to maintain, it always fell short on the end of my friends. It made me sad, for a while. You can't help but think it's just not worth the extra step for the girl in the smaller pond. I got over my MySpace hatred quickly, and before 2 months had passed I succumbed to my loneliness, and was back with the MySpace crowd.

Last month I found myself in a similar situation, sent a similar farewell bulletin, and 5 hours later my account was gone. (Sort of, but that's for another blog.)

History has that way of repeating. Just as I killed a second MySpace profile, the inevitable loneliness that had followed in the past has graced me once more. Fortunately for me, Blog Spot was here, ready and waiting. So I'm back. Back to type some non-sensical garbage for me and only me to read. Only this time, i won't be returning. The cycle ends here. The longing I felt before to belong and be accepted is gone. I'm one petulant pariah, but I think the solitary environment may do me some good.