I'm not the same. And I'm probably not coming back.

I also have no idea why I decided to start the information train here.

I've seen the darker sides of the internet, and I must say it's changed me. The me of today scoffs at the me of yesterday. There's things here I never went through when I made this journal.

Hate. Perversion. Greed. And Mockery.

I tasted a little bit of the fire, and it kept calling me back for more, calling me away from the people I knew. Calling me to drop deeper into the pits, to go beyond the wall.

I refused. Though I could never go back to them, my early days had well prepared me for these. Armed with decent grammar, serious typing skills, and a love for the literary I perused through the darkest depths, never belonging, never joining, just passing by.

And now something sends me by here again to send a message to that past.

And JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY that all sounded emo. XD

Long story short, sorry NTAG and NTWF, I'm probably not coming back. I'll definitely drop in from time to time but the AK-17 you knew is dead. Blew himself up. In his place stands a new AK-17, remade to face the rest of the internet rather than our small corner. He's not the same, and if he was brought back to meet you the result would be fatally shocking, so we gotta go other ways.

So long guys, it's been fun.