So, I'm still putting it together. I made the mistake of throwing away all my old magazines when I moved here, so I only have six at my disposal here, which doesn't really lend much variety in imagery. I'm a little hesitant about it, mostly because I'm trying to decide if I want to be more concise in some of the longer pieces.

The list of people I'm sending it to is, I realized, much shorter than the lists for previous zines. Maybe it's because a lot of people have let me down, or maybe I just don't think that many people I know deserve to know that much about me. I've always been really open, and owned my feelings and was not ashamed if people knew my thoughts - a couple weeks ago a friend lauded my ability to just put things out there. And I've always taken pride in just that.

It's come to my attention that some people make it a point to find out everything they can about other people and then band together to pick apart those people's lives, words, habits, and very personal relationships. I saw this back in high school, even in college. I guess I had naively thought that once we were in our mid to later twenties we would have better things to do with our time. I certainly do. I'm getting on with my life, working on a relationship with someone I care about very much and wish hadn't been subjected to the kind of prying that he had specifically asked me to help avoid time and again, and concentrating on people who are true in their intentions toward me and toward others.

Everyone else can read whatever they want about my life. Despite all of the setbacks I've seen this month, it's still much fuller than theirs.