I've been stalling, avoiding writing this entry. I don't like the finality of this goodbye. Over the nearly 12 years I've been here and over 1000 entries I've written in this diary and a few others, I've come to love this place in a weird sort of way. It was a place I could pour my heart out to or just write the weird stuff that crossed my mind. I grew up in these entries and, in them, it is evident that I have changed, evolved, but never completely lost the 15-year-old who started writing here. Throughout events in my life, both major and minor, I developed the habit of mentally writing OD entries about what was happening, what I would emphasize, witty one-liners, amusing observations. Even if I didn't write the entry I had outlined in my head, it was comforting to know that, if I wanted to, I could, because OD was, for the most part, always there.
The most amazing part about this site, though, is the people I've met through it. You have let me peak into your private lives and invited me to stay and participate from afar despite not knowing me in person. You have read my rambles and laughed with me, comforted me, supported me in a way I could never imagine. I have come to trust and care for some of you to the point that you feel like family, except family that I actually want to interact with. Thank you for strange little community we have built over the years and the safety of expression that has brought.
My jaw dropped when I first read that OD was going to be permanently shut down and my heart did break a little. It's like losing your childhood hideout, in a way. A safe place where you could be anything you wanted to be, even completely yourself. But I have a new playhouse, now. It's shiny and beautiful, not yet with all the finishing touches, but so full of the promise of fun and adventure. Best of all, most of my friends are there, so we can continue right where we left off. Join me, if you haven't already, at Prosebox. I'm still I'm an Okking Fool, and always will be.
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