Blank Box
Is this place going to feel like home someday?
I never thought Texas would, and it became more of a home than anywhere else has been so far.
But no matter what, I'm left missing people. MISSING PEOPLE all.the.time.
:/
I get increasingly sick of Facebook and Twitter. I like keeping up with people, but I'm tired of that being the majority of my interaction. I want to physically BE with my loved ones. I want to see the expressions on their faces when they talk. I miss their laughs. I need a hug sometimes. I miss that awkward silence. I miss that comfortable silence. I miss literally poking you. I want to debate, give/receive wisdom, hear/share stories. I don't want to have to stare at the little box and decide whether I should really write what I want to say. I don't want to have to stare at the little box and wonder how I'll be interpreted if I write what I want to say. I want to fill that effing box and relieve my cramped brain!
I miss being known in a living sense.
#Chrissy
I never thought Texas would, and it became more of a home than anywhere else has been so far.
But no matter what, I'm left missing people. MISSING PEOPLE all.the.time.
:/
I get increasingly sick of Facebook and Twitter. I like keeping up with people, but I'm tired of that being the majority of my interaction. I want to physically BE with my loved ones. I want to see the expressions on their faces when they talk. I miss their laughs. I need a hug sometimes. I miss that awkward silence. I miss that comfortable silence. I miss literally poking you. I want to debate, give/receive wisdom, hear/share stories. I don't want to have to stare at the little box and decide whether I should really write what I want to say. I don't want to have to stare at the little box and wonder how I'll be interpreted if I write what I want to say. I want to fill that effing box and relieve my cramped brain!
I miss being known in a living sense.
#Chrissy