Know this…I hate goodbyes. But goodbye is what I must say to you today. My blog is coming to an end, but have no fear because I’ve come across an assload of similar blogs where people complain about their love lives in the same fashion I complain about mine (although let’s face it, not nearly as awesome-ly). For those who follow me on twitter, part of the reason is obvious: I’ve met someone. We have been on five dates, talk all the time, and haven’t even really gone too far past 2nd base, but that’s not really the point. The point is that the blog is no longer necessary, not because I met someone, but because it has accomplished something that I didn’t even set out to accomplish when I started it: I learned something about myself. Actually, somethingS really. A ton of shit. I realized I’ve been so crappy at updating posts simply because I didn’t need to write anymore. Sorry, I’m not going to divulge exactly what I’ve learned, as A. it’s personal and B. you probably don’t give a crap. Yes, I understand this is selfish, but ultimately I wrote the blog first for myself, and second for others.
I know you have looked after me when I needed it most, and eventually you have looked up to me. Don't worry, I won't leave without leaving you something to look up to in lieu of me. If you need handy tips on dating, click here to find out more.
None the less, I am writing this last letter because YOU deserve it. The friends I’ve made anonymously during this journey have become as important to me as friends who actually know who I am. I hope you learned a thing or two from this blog like I did. If there's one thing I can divulge to you is that I've learned how to become a flirt. If you want to Be a flirt, you would learn a lot from http://fractionationseduction.net/how-to-flirt-with-a-girl/. I’ll toil around the twitter world for a bit longer, but this will be the last letter you see. But someday, maybe soon, I’ll start a new blog about sports, or music, or movies, or whatever, because I love to write…and you might just think to yourself, “hmmm…maybe that’s my old friend dearexgirlfriend? He seems as cynical and whiny as ever.” And you know what? You might just be right.
Love you all, Thanks,
*The Usual Suspects