It seems as though my “Tribute to Xanga” post came a month too early. Haha.
With the news of the impending doom of the site I’ve been reading and observing everyone’s reactions… a lot of anger, even more sadness, and plenty of reminiscing. It makes me happy in a bittersweet way to see the flourish of activity here. Call me sappy, but Xanga means a lot to me. I know that over the past few years I’ve made feeble attempts at a “comeback” – empty promises to blog daily, the way I used to. At least I tried, right? 
And this probably seems irrational but here I am, at the brink of Xanga’s death, wanting to try again.
Writing here has always been a form of therapy for me, and God knows I need therapy (ask my boyfriend, I’m sure he would agree wholeheartedly. HAHA). Why not get back into the habit for the next six weeks, while Xanga is still here? On the off chance that Xanga is able to raise the money needed to save the site, I’ll continue. If all else fails, I will find another (less satisfying) outlet to blog.
There is something mysteriously comforting about writing on Xanga. It’s a sense of security I can’t get from any other blogging platform out there. I can be openly honest about my thoughts and feelings, my fears and proudest moments… and say things that I can’t even tell my friends in real life. It’s the magic of writing in a diary.
I absolutely love blogging and I do so little of it these days. But here I am again, and I’ll be here until the end. 
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