Closed until further notice.

Alright people, the time has come to put This is not pretty. down to rest for a little while. If there is anything I loathe, it’s not crossing something off my to-do list, and this REALLY ISN’T GOING ANYWHERE.

As I look back through this blog, I can honestly say that it has served its purpose in this current stage of my life. Like my teenage diary, I am going to shelve it until I inevitably become so messed up that I need it again. Over the past couple years this has been my therapy, my writing avenue, and a way to connect with so many wonderful people. It has enabled others to understand me on a level they never could before, and, in turn, it has given me the confidence I so desperately needed to shut up and act on what I have always wanted to do. It has made me realise that I am not content to keep words as my hobby – I want them to be my livelihood, my name and my soul. And I think they just might one day become that… which is something I never thought possible before this blog.

Somewhere in the middle of it all this became more of a personal diary than anything else, and it’s helped me through what has been a very difficult year. I lost people in my life, I was sexually harassed and I traveled to India to say goodbye to the woman who raised me. You can safely say that I am going to be getting VERY fucked up come December 31.
Anyway, I no longer need a diary. I now have a therapist who is PAID to listen to me whinge! Cue sigh of relief.

On that note, I am off. I have some really exciting things up my sleeve, and if you follow me on Twitter, I’m bound to keep you informed. Siamese Saffron is set to detonate… until further notice, anyway. If you want to know my real name, simply email me and my people will talk to your people and, um, we’ll get to know one another’s names. I am also doing a bit of creative writing on Side Street, Sydney, so please, if you liked this blog at all, just move on over to that one. It is way cooler than this one, anyway. It will also tell you my real name.
It really isn’t that big of a secret, come to think of it. DAMN.

I see this as more a break than a break-up, so I hope you’ll stick around for when I come back. Life is just making me live right now, and you know what? It has made me the happiest I’ve been in… well, ever. I can honestly say I am the happiest I have ever been.
My mother was right. Life really is a four-letter word: WORK.

Lots of love to all you wonderful eyes.
xx