It seems that many people who were faithful writers on OD, aren't as faithful on ProseBox.
I miss the unsigned notes. One of my friends always left the unsigned option on. She received pretty hateful notes, but she always responded to them.
I miss the calendar. I loved stumbling upon an entry about something like a child's first birthday, from a writer whom I had never read before. I would go back to the calender and read the birth story. And, how they found out they were pregnant.
I miss all the people who'd stopped writing. I would re-read their last entry and hope they would come back someday. Sometimes, they actually did.
When I would find a blog who had been around forever, I would always read their September 11th 2001 entry. It doesn't matter your political views, your skin color, your age, or your gender, one thing we all had in common is that we were hurting on that day. Even the people who didn't live in America.
I miss the people who passed away. How their blogs were supposed to live on forever. Especially Libralis Feminela (forgive the spelling!)
I remember when Josh went to rehab for food addiction, and how we all got to watch him on A&E.
I remember when one friend's husband violently shook their infant son.
I remember when one friend's husband pushed her daughter into a wall and she passed away.
I remember when one friend, who I am still friends with on here, held down 2 jobs, 2 kids, a failing marriage, and nursing school. Today, all her struggles were worth it, because she's a nurse. I went from reading about her feeling conflicted about spending money on things she really actually needed, to reading now about how she can afford all the necessities and even a few extras. You know who you are, and you're a private person, so I won't call you out.
I remember when NoJoMo and DePhoMo were actually fun.
I remember one friend who killed her daughter. We had no idea, because she wrote an entry, saying how things were going well for her, then she was on the news the next day.
I remember one friend's infant daughter drowned in the bathtub, while she was pregnant with her second child.
I remember when one friend's husband drowned in the ocean.
I remember when a hacker erased so many of our memories.
I remember when one friend announced her pregnancy, and she was 100% sure she was going to have an abortion, so she kept snorting coke. She didn't have the abortion, and her baby was 100% healthy.
I remember that one friend who lied about her son having cancer.
And, I want to say, FUCK YOU to Bruce. He could have sold OD. He could have made it free again. He could have saved the sinking ship, but, like the captain of the Costa Concordia, he chose to abandon us . There were options. It didn't have to be this way.