#lastsceptic

But it is kind of a goodbye. 

Hello! If you don't know who I am, you'll probably recognise me when you see those wobbly boobs on twitter. 

Farrah's post inspired me to post this, instead if deactivating my profile and disappearing. 

You reach to a point where you have to realise that you're your own worst enemy. I think it's time for me to admit that I've been going through stages of mild depression and do something about it. And this time, I'm going to do this right and get my life back on track. 

As we all know, twitter is the best way to tell the world how miserable your life is, or how fucked up your way of thinking is, in 140 characters. And we're all pretty good at it. If you're reading this, it's probably because I wanted you to read this. I'd like to thank you all for keeping me entertained with your stories of sexual frustration, alcohol, coffee, boobs, and so many other unmentionable but not-so-unmentionable things.

I'll be disappearing very soon. And as I mentioned in the title, this is not a goodbye. I don't think I'll leave twitter, not when you crazy bastards are there! I'll be around, when my mind is empty and drafts are full I'll be back and active again. I must. 

"Quod differtur, non aufertur."

I'll be creeping your TLs though. You'll know when I do.  Special thanks to domesticH and Paxochka, because they're amazing.

If you want to keep in touch, I'll be on kik @ lastsceptic. Feel free to say hi.