where have i been? living.

i was inspired tonight to revive this board. i read a blog and it touched parts of me that have been asleep for a long time. and it made me very sad. sad that i had lost my desire to write and to have these tangible introspections.

i just spent the last half an hour or so reading the last page of posts since i vanished, and i almost can't believe that i typed those words, and that those were my thoughts.

almost two years have passed and i'm almost a completely different person, almost. i wouldn't recognize the j (-2 years) if i met her on the street.

i regret having lost the desire to write because i have so many stories to tell. stories about life, real life not just the life of hurt and sadness, or the life of budding discovery of oneself, but true living as i know it. a life that i didn't, and couldn't, imagine for myself.

where shall i begin? how about today.