Feb 27, 2012 23:53
So, wow. I do still remember how to get here. I've never found any need for a private diary... what's the point of writing something nobody is going to read? Facebook lets too many people be able to read it though.
This place is a nice Median, I guess.
Lately, I have been quite bummed out. Depressed, etc... I suppose it follows though, I was positively elated a couple months ago. So goes the endless Sine wave of hope...
How much of this is despair as I grow older and more discontent with my life, how much of this will fade as memories fade? How much is simply me missing the the sun and warmth of warmer seasons?
I feel like somewhere along the way, I had shape and substance, a philosophy and ambitions. I don't know where or why, or how... but somehow I feel I lost that, and am just a shadow of something meant to be and never was.
And, that's all. Perhaps I'll coalesce this metaphysical tripe into something with substance later. But this is all my mind wanted to say for now. The act soothed the ache in my heart for the moment.