22 July 2006
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Farewell - 9:21 p.m.
"Good-bye my lover, good-bye my friend..."
I'm sure you saw this coming.
Back in 2001 when I started Sushi's Tail, I had no intent for it to become what it has: a place for me to pour my heart out for the world to view. In fact, I began Tail as an online version of Dr. Nbook (well, Nbook at the time), and its evolution into so much more than "a peek into my writing" happened independently of my intent of keeping my online journaling separate from my paper journaling. This worked well for awhile, but now the line between the two is becoming blurrier than ever.
Some may think that I'm leaving Tail to run away from my past. While I don't like everything that I've done in my past, this has no bearing on my decision. I preserve my past in order to learn from it, which is why I haven't deleted Tail altogether. This isn't entirely possible; as long as cached pages and archive.org are around, just about anything you publish on the Internet is available for future reference years in the future.
The question begs to be asked, though. Why are you leaving Tail?
Sometimes we just need a new beginning. For me, leaving high school in the town where I had spent my entire life and starting college in a completely different place was a new beginning, and starting a new dominant journal felt like an appropriate thing to do. I'm not abandoning my past. I'm preserving its preciousness.
This preservation is why I'm leaving Tail in its present state for anyone who cares to read about my past. Of course, one must take into account that Tail shows my teenage years between thirteen and (to a lesser extent) nineteen, so just about anything written here is under the influence of angsty teen. Personally, I don't think one should be accountable for anything said under the influence of angst.
Farewell, Diaryland. Farewell, Sushi's Tail. You will be missed.
Love, Sushi