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I feel like screaming, but I lack resolve, and know too that to do so would provide no satisfaction. The neighbours might also become alarmed and I'd really rather not be locally known as that guy who screamed loudly, that one time.
I'm not sure why I'm posting here. I guess I just want to write that I've become a study in friendlessness. I just don't make them very well, and shed them too easily.
I have no friends, no matter how sentimental I may be -- "friends until death" did not prove to be as enduring or as definitive as I'd hoped. I'd do anything for them, individually or collectively, if there was need to...but we are no longer friends. There is nothing lost by my saying so.
If I could just let this go, I'd be a smidgen saner, I think. However, it's difficult resigning oneself to such a dismal reality, and to not wield some vague and ridiculous notion that were we all to wander into the same room again, that we would at all recognize each other.
Anyways.
It would all be alright if I could just dream or write (anything) again
literally
from this fount springs no Athena
I'm not sure why I'm posting here. I guess I just want to write that I've become a study in friendlessness. I just don't make them very well, and shed them too easily.
I have no friends, no matter how sentimental I may be -- "friends until death" did not prove to be as enduring or as definitive as I'd hoped. I'd do anything for them, individually or collectively, if there was need to...but we are no longer friends. There is nothing lost by my saying so.
If I could just let this go, I'd be a smidgen saner, I think. However, it's difficult resigning oneself to such a dismal reality, and to not wield some vague and ridiculous notion that were we all to wander into the same room again, that we would at all recognize each other.
Anyways.
It would all be alright if I could just dream or write (anything) again
literally
from this fount springs no Athena