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Start of a new place? I suppose a start of someplace else to write stuff about.

I've learned already that change seems to happen more often in people's live. Change of scenary. Change of hairstyle. Change for a twenty. What I find that matters most in all of this, is that even when this change occurs, it's effects upon life can either start something brand new, or end something that's been happening for ages.

I guess what I'm just trying to say is that change is everywhere. I've moved into this new place....well no scratch that, I've been here before. A long while ago, too. I remember this place very well. It played a somewhat imposing look on things. I seem to feel like I was losing myself into this horrid change. So I fled. Hiding away for a while. Like some fled ridden plot of some bigger story. Or like Simba. Naw, I'll go with Simba, just because of where I'm typing this. Like him. 'Cept my dad didn't die, ANYWAYS -

In this time, I learned more about myself. Probably things I didn't want to know, but I listened anyways. It felt odd. It felt like a memory, one you've forgotten for a long time, that suddenly came back, right when you were doing something random, or, hell, probably nothing at all. And I learned.

So, I came back, with this knowledge. And it gives me great confidence in knowing that things have a way of working themselves out.

My name's Modem. Just Modem. The Redpill thing....it's like the copywright symbol on a sign. I only use it for signing stuff. ANYWAYS -

This is how most of my blogs'll be. Just random thoughts. Comments welcomed as well....AAAND hope I'm doing this right.

_M