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H on est ly ,

The night is always darkest just before the dawn.

4.8.09

So, there was a fiasco. Wanna hear it? Here it goes:

A couple days ago I wrote a poem, I posted it on my tumblr. When I came to post it on my poetry blog, I was informed that my blogs had been disabled. Both of them. Well, technically I'm a cocontributer on like twelve, but the point is, I couldn't access any of them! I was beyond sad. I'm emailing blogger and google all willy nilly, trying not to cry and things of the nature, because, well yenno, my shit was gone!

So google emails me back and says they're sorry but they're not sure that I am who I say I am and I own the accounts I say I own so they can't reinstate my blogs. I really did cry for about six minutes after I got that email. I kept the email open for like two days.

Anyway, the whole time, the part of me that was in denial kept refreshing the page that my blog should've been on, hoping that it would magically come back, and one day, it did!! I don't know how it happened. I'm not asking a multitude of questions about it. I'm just taking advantage of this space I have to breathe. Being on tumblr exclusively for a few days has most definitely shown me how lucky I am to have this blog.

See, on tumblr, everything you say is open for debate. Everything can be a conversation starter. That damn reblog button is ruining people, I promise. But here? I can ramble. I can be deep, or insightful, or insecure, and its fine. I can just write without the stigma of "what if my tumblarity drops" or "what if someone decides to debate me on this." It's lovely. And I remember now why when the masses fled to Tumblr, I stayed on blogspot. And I hope I'll remain this unknown when thte masses come back, as it's becoming inevitable that they will.

Till next time: Positive energy, high hopes, love♥;


Ashley

just another little black girl with dreams. I play my music too loud, and I don't listen. I'm only at peace when I'm in pain: when my wrist is sore from writing my emotions out like blood on the band-aid of a page, or when my throat is raw from singing my thoughts like tears into the air. I'm conflicted, and unrepentant, and I like the way this blogging shit makes me feel. This is the one and only place I'll never lie, honestly.

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