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Wow. It's been a very long while since I've last posted an entry to this blog. I fully acknowledge and admit that I am a terribly uncommitted blogger. I feel even more sorry for my physical journal. The only time I write in it is when I'm mulling over romantic interests, or when I'm bummed out from sometimes the most minuscule of things. The life of a neglected journal must be a suckish one, but I wouldn't know. Good thing I'm not a journal.
Lately I've been realizing more and more how real the future is. How crucial it is for me to stop fooling around and head in the right direction. I haven't really set my mind on where that direction is; it's the sort of thing that keeps me up at night.
On another note, here's the part where I write to a non-specified person in slight hopes of them coming across this:
I want to reach out to you, but I'm afraid. Tell me what I want to hear or do something that would hurt me to such a point in which I would force myself to let go.
Lately I've been realizing more and more how real the future is. How crucial it is for me to stop fooling around and head in the right direction. I haven't really set my mind on where that direction is; it's the sort of thing that keeps me up at night.
On another note, here's the part where I write to a non-specified person in slight hopes of them coming across this:
I want to reach out to you, but I'm afraid. Tell me what I want to hear or do something that would hurt me to such a point in which I would force myself to let go.