I've been in an online correspondence with a new friend for the last couple weeks, and it has reminded me just how much I miss sitting in front of the computer, and just letting my fingers vent for me. Plus the 5 pages per letter I've been sending her is a good indication that I may need to do this more.
I realize that there is a very slight chance that some people who are no longer a part of my life might read this, and I used to care. I didn't want anyone thinking my posts were about them, when they weren't. Now, I just couldn't really give a fuck. If they don't want to look, they don't have to. Just as I haven't looked into drastik, or "you". It's self control and a realization that that part of your life is gone, and only memories remain. I'll keep them as memories. I have no desire to re-live past events.
Now that I have that out of the way...I'm looking forward to seeing what's going on in me. It usually only truly comes out when I'm on this thing. I wonder why that is... Something to look into later.
1:52 p.m. - 2013-08-16
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