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Changing The Name of this Blog

Not sure what's going to happen but I've changed the name of this blog. This is because some friends are really good at stalking people and hunting down private information of their friends. I've seen her/him do it on occasions to other people.

As online as I always am, I've never done that kind of stalking.

The scariest thing about these kinds of people is that they use whatever information that they find to talk behind the subjects' backs. As fodder and gossip.

Maybe that's why people should use caution when posting personal information on the internet.

Anyway, for now, this blog will be about my journey as a person, as a single mother, as a woman striking out in this world. As a person trying to find herself again. You can also say that I am 'newly' single in this world although I am no longer actively looking for my 'other half'. I'm jaded. It's hard for a jaded person to find someone to love, or someone who loves them.

What I have not given up on, however, is looking out for goodness in this world. The world is vast. I refuse to narrow down my view of the world just because some people suck.

They do. But not everyone is that way.

Over and out for now. I feel a little freer for some reason.


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