Aug 26, 2011 21:24
Nostalgia makes me feel drunk. So I write e-mails and Live Journal posts and send IMs to people on Facebook.
I miss poetry and writing and cats with fat paws...inspiration and having real feelings instead of being numb. Hugging the people I work for. Mostly, the sense of aliveness. Not being afraid to party and less afraid to get close to people. A little more carefree.
I noticed, though, that I'm never content. Maybe instead of wishing for the past I should focus on being more present. Stop dissociating and making myself numb. Stop hiding in my living room on Friday nights and resenting those who don't.