So I've decided to stop my daily diary.
I'm boring. I have nothing to write about. I started this as therapy for myself 21 days after my fiance disappeared off the face of the earth. It worked. I'm ok, mostly, and apart from the shit luck that follows me around, all the drama is done with.
This has been a huge help for me. Reading back some of my earlier entries I don't recognise the pitiful writer, which is bizarre and quite upsetting. This experience has brought me friends and a support system that are always there even though I've never met them, and for that I am so thankful.
I'll still dip in and out and hopefully one day I'll have some nice stuff to write, but for now......