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[cmdcarebear]

there was a point in my life where i would check my livejournal upwards of three times a day, hoping to find meaning in other people's words, hoping to find some real emotion behind a screen, or perhaps hoping to find my self in my writing. for myself, it has always been easier to confront problems on paper than in my head. to break down sentences into words, deconstruct emotions to letters always seemed to... do nothing perhaps, but i always imagined it would do something.

and now, no one writes anymore. i have lost my voice in my communities.
where i am today seems so far away from where i was last year, and yet, im still wading in quicksand.

i wish he would fucking call me.