I'm writing this to you dear twitter simply to explain where I've been, and to let you know that it's not personal.
You see, my life has gone to hell in a handbasket. Granted it's a cute little loligoth handbasket, but it's hell all the same.
This isn't all bad. Honestly more positive is coming from these events than negative, but still...
I just haven't been myself.
Ive been broody and dark. Overwhelmingly negative and depressed.
I realized that 1 out of every 3 or 4 tweets was one complaint or another... And while I deal with what I'm going through that's entirely understandable... I just don't want to be that girl.
So until I'm not her I'm avoiding you dear sweet twitter. I promise it's not forever, just for now, and when I come back I'll be my happier more positive self.
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