Dear Blogspot

Dear Blogspot,

You were like a lover. We kissed, we cuddled, we had good times. But I’m flaky and vain, and never satisfied. Thus, we’re through. I wish I could say it’s not you, it’s me, but that’s not true… or maybe it is. I just don’t know anymore.


The truth is, I’ve found someone else. Yes, he’s flashy and arrogant, but that’s kind of what I’m into right now. He’s a little easier to handle. Granted, he makes most of my decisions for me, but any autonomy you granted me always seemed like lip service, you know?

I know you’ve been trying. Really, I do. You’ve been dressing better. I noticed. You were afraid I was going to lose interest, I could tell.

I can’t help it, Blogspot, I feel like somebody when I’m with him. I know you did that for me once, but it was right after I left Livejournal, which was really just a rebound from Geocities, and we all know how that shook down.

I just don’t want my guilt over you to haunt me the same way, Blogspot. Don’t do anything drastic. Keep on trucking, Blogspot, doing what you do best: providing a space for emo sobs and pedantic rants. I’m sorry, Blogspot, that was mean. I know you do your best, and you were there for me for all of my emo sobs and pedantic rants. We had it good, but those times are over.

Just give me your faith, Blogspot, that it will all work out. I know WordPress and I will be happy together. I don’t know how long it will last, but I just can’t say no to those customizable fonts.

Love and kisses,


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