Fare thee well.

I've noticed a consistent increase in traffic over the last few months. I don't know how people are finding this blog, or associating it with my real identity (if indeed they are), and I've become increasingly distant from quite a few people I used to know, so perhaps they're reading this as a means to keep acquainted with me, or perhaps these are just curious, random people searching for rotten fruits on Google, and somehow ending up here.

Regardless, the whole thing makes me uneasy. I write for myself, not for an audience. There's a reason I distanced myself from this blog, and removed all association with me. This is not 'work', these are not well thought-out, comprehensive pieces of writing, it is just a random blog of sporadic thoughts. These thoughts are my own, I write them solely for the reason of expression.

All it does is restrict my words, as now I have to carefully consider what I give away, perhaps people who know me will directly associate the contents of this blog with me, as if I was always writing about myself, or those close to me.

And so, with that, this is the final entry. I've never much liked this blog, I've always felt restrained here, much of the earlier entries are inane ramblings of an undeveloped mind, or just senseless entries without conclusions. I was spinning away from the reason I began this in the first place.

I write for myself, and myself alone. I have never written, or will ever write, for an audience or for approval. I am not so ugly.