man. i have not written in this font in a long time.
uh for those of you who don’t know when i started using the samb i used times new roman 12pt purple. i stopped in favor of. yknow. not having to format my text everytime i wanted to write something.
where was i? oh right. leaving.
yes. i am leaving the samb. i was fading away anyway and i didn’t want to go anywhere without telling everyone where i was going.
why? one might say the gone disease. but i don’t believe in the gone disease. i believe a better term would be “growing up”. i’m finding new interests, new friends, new things i would like to do that the samb kind of gets pushed to the side in favor of the things i prefer to do. it’s not a disease, it’s what we are meant to do.
now we could argue over the gone disease over and over again but the point remains. i have grown. i have changed in the span of four years. and change involves creation and destruction--destroy the old me to create the new. however, in order to do that, i have to let go of things. things like the samb.
besides, this place has changed. a lot. it’s like someone performed a scratch on it (whee homestuck) and now nobody that i used to know is even here anymore and i have no idea who these people are. i feel like how i did back in november 2015, when i just found this place for the first time, except i’m wildly different now and am just kinda. done.
don’t be sad for me. don’t ask me to return. this place is a reminder of the person i used to be, and past me was so much more fake and honestly really unfunny when it came to it.
if you still feel sad, think about this: would you have asked me to return if i didn’t tell you explicitly i was leaving? be honest.
besides, i’m not sad. it’s not like i’m leaving everything behind, i’m taking some of it with me. i’m taking the lessons i’ve learned, the memories i’ve made, the knowledge that somewhere, on the other side of the world, met me and thought i was cool. one of my friends has since told me that i’m “not just smart, but wise”. and the samb was an important part of my getting that description.
so thank you.
as the title, suggests, fare thee well.
i’ve heard it said
that people come into our lives for a reason
that they have something we must learn, and we are led
to those who help us most to grow, if we let them
and we help them in return
well i don’t know if i believe that’s true
but i know i’m who i am today
because i knew you
like a comet pulled from orbit
as it passes a sun
like a stream that meets a boulder
halfway through the woods
who can say if i’ve been changed for the better
but because i knew you
i have been changed for good
~for good, from wicked
ps: besiiides it’s not like i’m disappearing off the face of the internet
i still have discord anyway and i’ll try to be more active there (yes i know i’m never present thank you very much)
and i have tumblr now!
my username is friendlyneighborhoodstoryteller (not my password, filter) and the blog’s name is “in which stories are told”
it basically has the same function as a homethread over here
so yeah if you really like stalking me that much then pop on over and say hi! you don’t even need an account, you can just send an anonymous ask
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who can say if i've been changed for the better, but
because i knew you
i have been changed
paalam at salamat, samb.
coming back for a bit, but don't count on it
(translation: goodbye and thank you, samb.)