Last Postcard from Costa Del Blog

So, as the man said ... "This is the end, my only friend, the end."
Jim Morrisson might not be an apt quote to close this blog, but it's not for lack of trying. When I started this, it was the summer before high school. Now it's the spring before college, and I can hardly look back on my earliest entires without being utterly disgusted. Change is a glorious thing, I've decided. Change is uncomfortable, change is frightening, but change is necessary and good and beautiful, in the same way that learning something about a friend you'd never hoped to know is scary and frightening but makes you appreciate them more.
Blogging has taught me a lot about who I am, which is why I intend to keep doing it. Yeah, maybe it's petty and stupid to feel the need to move, but I'm not who I was when I started this thing. All journals run out of pages eventually; consider that to be what happened here. I'm seventeen now. I have less than four months until my eighteenth birthday.
Right now, one of my best friends is pouring his heart out to me because today he suffered repercussions for an act that occurred before I even met him. Fuck the Red Cross, and fuck who I used to be. "I was fourteen and totally naive," he's saying to me. So was I. We were all fourteen and naive once. I'd never have had a friend like this, if I stayed who I was. Change is necessary, and I can't help the feeling that I'm running out of space. I needed to put distance between Dave and myself, I need to leave this little town, and I've outgrown this blog.
So ... I'll see all of you around.
- Liz (zerou /valisian)