Thirt33n
Almost 13 years now, LJ.
I know, I know, we never see each other anymore. But you're like a virus inside me that has no cure.
I still miss blogging... from the days before it was even called that. I will never have again what I had here.
These days, I do what any self-respecting 40-something white woman does with all my inner feelings- I take it to my psychotherapist. Back in the day, however, you did a fair job of getting me through the rough patches, LJ. You were my crutch.
Nothing else is the same. But that's what time does, I guess.
Death and taxes.
I know, I know, we never see each other anymore. But you're like a virus inside me that has no cure.
I still miss blogging... from the days before it was even called that. I will never have again what I had here.
These days, I do what any self-respecting 40-something white woman does with all my inner feelings- I take it to my psychotherapist. Back in the day, however, you did a fair job of getting me through the rough patches, LJ. You were my crutch.
Nothing else is the same. But that's what time does, I guess.
Death and taxes.