Where the hell did everyone go? The journals are still there, and it's not like people are at their computers any less. I feel like my entries echo into an empty room.
sometimes it's hard to know what to say, what to leave out, how to begin. what makes a journal entry, and what makes for forty minnutes of staring at the screen, twirling my hair, without typing a word?
I hear you, Chris . . . summer has always signaled boredom to me. Although the respite from the seemingly neverending cycle of assignments and tests and projects is nice, I would be much happier if summer was, say, a month long. I mean, what are you supposed to do all this time?!
Oh, and Andrew, trust me . . . you are not speaking to an empty room. Everyone that has read journals before is still reading as prolifically as before. It's just that no one comments anymore. And I don't really know why.
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Oh, and Andrew, trust me . . . you are not speaking to an empty room. Everyone that has read journals before is still reading as prolifically as before. It's just that no one comments anymore. And I don't really know why.
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