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I
haven't posted.
In a while.
I think it would be a lie to say I've been reading my friends page. I skim. I read some, I skip others. I have other things on my mind.
I know this is insensitive, but I feel like people only post in order to convey things that are hard to say in person. True feelings. Like depression, loss. Things that are easier to type.
And honestly...I'd rather hear that in person.
I'm not being accusatory. Really. Have you read my journal? It's the same thing. Which is why I haven't been posting lately. Because I'm really happy in general.
So apologies to all for not reading your journals obsessively. I do still love you. Really. And I miss you. And I miss those talks over coffee where we catch each other up, or make life-changing revelations between sips of hot apple cider. And I miss those times where we don't talk, but sit in the middle of the floor as the winter sun slowly sets, saying nothing and staring at the ceiling in silence, in proximity. And I miss hearing it from your mouth.
I miss hearing. I want to talk to you people who are abroad. I want to see your lips move. I want to listen to music. When work consumes life, the first thing to go is listening...no music, because it consumes too many resources. No conversations, because it takes time.
I WANT TO USE MY EARS.
Classes get in the way of everything.
haven't posted.
In a while.
I think it would be a lie to say I've been reading my friends page. I skim. I read some, I skip others. I have other things on my mind.
I know this is insensitive, but I feel like people only post in order to convey things that are hard to say in person. True feelings. Like depression, loss. Things that are easier to type.
And honestly...I'd rather hear that in person.
I'm not being accusatory. Really. Have you read my journal? It's the same thing. Which is why I haven't been posting lately. Because I'm really happy in general.
So apologies to all for not reading your journals obsessively. I do still love you. Really. And I miss you. And I miss those talks over coffee where we catch each other up, or make life-changing revelations between sips of hot apple cider. And I miss those times where we don't talk, but sit in the middle of the floor as the winter sun slowly sets, saying nothing and staring at the ceiling in silence, in proximity. And I miss hearing it from your mouth.
I miss hearing. I want to talk to you people who are abroad. I want to see your lips move. I want to listen to music. When work consumes life, the first thing to go is listening...no music, because it consumes too many resources. No conversations, because it takes time.
I WANT TO USE MY EARS.
Classes get in the way of everything.