i'm here.

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 i'm home.  i think.  i don't like it.  i heard news, but not enough. i didn't see anyone.  the news i heard hurt for some reason, but it was good news.  not for me.  how can new life be bad?  now i am alone and i don't know what to do.  it has been five years since i wrote in this thing.  i have since kept most of my thoughts inside and have become a worse person because of it.

i hope you are all well.  if you still read this.  i wonder how you have all been since i have talked to you.  it could have been years, or i see you in person.  but i don't think so.  i love you. i hope we're still friends.