I miss just talking. I miss the posts where I just say what's on my mind, and reading the comments back. Which is partially my own fault, me getting wrapped up in the numbers. I wanted to be a "popular" blog, I wanted to have lots of followers. And with that, I think I lost sight of why I started this blog in the first place.
I started this blog to share a piece of me. It's a place where I can talk openly about books, writing, life, struggles, and things I just can't say to the real world. It's a place to share my hopes and dreams and frustrations. It was such a comfort to know that my words effected even just one person, that one commenter.
So I'm going to revert my blog back to the old days. Where I post because I want to, not because I have to. Where I review the books that blow my mind, the ones that really speak to me and make me feel as though everyone on planet earth needs to read it. Back to the days where I posted samples of my own writing. When I talked about the whims and woes of being a teenager. The complaints and the celebrations.
I realized that I need to stop being something that I'm not.
And start being me again.