Boi Growing Up

I think this might be the first ever post to exist on both my blogs at the same time and most likely the last. But I think needs to be actually openly admitted. Shit, I’ll probably censor the public version anyway.

I’ve never felt like I needed to or should apologize for who I was before, but I do feel like I need to apologize now. I’m not the same and that doesn’t necessarily mean that I’m better now than before. Step 9 of the rehabilitation process is to contact the people who you’ve hurt and make amends for what you’ve done. I have hurt no one. So I skipped this with my explanation why. 

In fact, it’s the opposite. I was of a greater service then than now.

Habitual rituals. We find comfort in that which we know. We always return to that which we know. Even if you say you love a “challenge”, in the background is always what you know.

This could’ve been a draft, but it’s not.

I think this is me say that I’m coming back. I belong here. This is where I know.

It’s too much mystery out there.