Much Sadness in In The Eye of Every Storm

So I made this account a while back ( and you can tell by the date of my last entry!) as an alternative to OpenDiary whose popularity seemed to be on a very downward slide and seemed to either function slowly or very slowly. I found out about the closure on Wednesday night (1/29) after I'd finished up some homework and had a few spare minutes before bedtime.

My heart sank as I read the news.

I had been writing there since 2000....~14 years of my life documented, hell that's almost HALF of my life etched in the walls of OD. I went to bed saddened, and I woke up after only a few hours with that same sadness. Silly, I know. Especially given the fact that my updates had become almost non-existent. Still, I checked regularly for the few people I followed. A couple are migrating here, and there is 1 that I haven't heard from in ~2 years that I was hoping to talk to again. Her most recent screen name on OD is "Cinema Strange" and we had been following each others diaries since 2000. In the end, aside from a few randoms, she was the only one I knew of who kept reading. So, I felt a sort of friendship with her (as much as you can given the medium) and part of the sadness was knowing I'd likely never see that friend again. If by some snowballs chance anyone knows her, I'd like to get in contact if possible. Hmmm, I wonder if I sound stalker-ish?!

Like all things though, I must learn to accept what is and what I know will be. I will greive and get over the closure of OD, but I will never forget the special role it played in my life.

So, here's to Prosebox, and what I hope to be an outlet I use for my thoughts on some sort of time basis.

Cyanide and Gold