The finality of decisions.
Back stepping at its finest.
No more updates.
The finality of this is not lost on me.
There are no more updates. Yet.
Hundreds in the drafts.
Nothing more can come out.
My brain says so.
Not yet.
I can't say what I want, there is only room for accusations when you're alone.
I don't know what to feel.
But it's going to have to build up before I let it go.
Perhaps before the end.
I have decisions to make.
I need time before they can be made.
I know some people can't ever let what's old die.
I am looking forward to see it die.
I am looking forward to what's new.
I am looking forward to the decisions I have to make.
The climax of finality.
I feel no certain way at this point.
I will feel the certainty.
Until then, there can be no more updates.
Time tells all.
Goodbye.