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[amber_is_sex]

I'm still alive.

My life just doesn't circulate around the computer anymore.

I go online to check my e-mail, reply to a few and delete the rest. I read them all.

I make travel plans. I'm going to New York in about two weeks.

I spend most of my time at home under my electric blanket or curled up with a book.

I have a few more secrets-- but I like them that way.

I go to shows still, you can find me at a few here and there; you'll find me at more once I'm of age.

I have people over every few weeks; we drink and dance our asses off-- I wish the music got louder.

I snowboard on the weekends-- that is the other reason why I don't have time for the keyboard any more.

I still think in terms that I write by. I have nostalgic thoughts while I drive the freeway alone. I think of how I would type them. I write songs in my head and sing the harmonies to the sound of the freeway. I guess that's what only having AM radio does to you.

I miss people.

I wish people would hug me tighter. Please, just hug me.

I miss you.

I miss the city.

Hm.. I'll start writing again.