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On my way to work in a few minutes… Oh Target, how I love you so.  Wait…. no, I don’t mean that.  I have no energy left to put into this space.  I think I’ve out grown it… You know how sometimes when you look back on your past, and everything you had to say, and it becomes almost unbearable?  That’s how I feel when I look at this diary.  I look back on it, and it nearly kills me.  That said, however, I can’t bring myself to delete it because I know that so many years of my life have been shared here.  What if one day I decide to begin writing here again?  What if I everything changes, and I need to come back here and I need to write?  None of my past entries relate to my life any longer, so I’ve been pouring my thoughts into a different space for my close friends to read.  I guess, one day, if I have something private to say this might be where I’ll choose to say it.  I don’t know.  In any case, I still stop in from time to time and to those of you on my favourites list, I haven’t forgotten about you.  Take care of yourselves.

.xox.

Kris