wrap-up

I feel compelled to write as a formality, to mark the ending of a year and the beginning of a new chapter.

Writing, for a time, was my sanctuary, a way to let out all the feelings that would no longer fit inside my head and my heart. It's strange, because while I am the same person with the same heart today, I've learned how to work those pressing feelings into digestable components. I take once incomprehensible and unbearable emotions and try to understand them for what they really are.

2006 is over. It's been a full year, and I'm looking forward to a fresh one.