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I was worried about a friend when journals started deleting left and right. I haven't spoken with this person in a long time, but it doesn't mean that I want to see him or his journal gone. I didn't realize how much I missed talking to him, and not just to him, but to his lovely wife, as well. It's my fault, I know. I fell off the face of the earth, as I am wont to do from time to time. I usually show up again, like a bad penny.
I went out last weekend, to a place that I know, one that I haven't frequented in a long time. I hadn't needed to go there for a long time, but suddenly I was overwhelmed with thoughts and emotions of things gone past, things that I wish had turned out differently. It was like diving into the deep end of a pool and only then realizing that you don't know how to swim. The swelling of emotions coursed through my head, my heart, my soul, choking me, drowning me until I just couldn't take it any longer.
I know I'm getting too old for this, but I tend to fall back on bad habits from time to time. Sue me, I'm only human. Most of the time, I feel better after my little forays into the dark seedy side of society. This time, the burning sensation of a split lip only brought back more memories. Memories that I want to forget, memories that I want to hang on to for the rest of my life.
I thought I had more to say, but I guess I don't.
I went out last weekend, to a place that I know, one that I haven't frequented in a long time. I hadn't needed to go there for a long time, but suddenly I was overwhelmed with thoughts and emotions of things gone past, things that I wish had turned out differently. It was like diving into the deep end of a pool and only then realizing that you don't know how to swim. The swelling of emotions coursed through my head, my heart, my soul, choking me, drowning me until I just couldn't take it any longer.
I know I'm getting too old for this, but I tend to fall back on bad habits from time to time. Sue me, I'm only human. Most of the time, I feel better after my little forays into the dark seedy side of society. This time, the burning sensation of a split lip only brought back more memories. Memories that I want to forget, memories that I want to hang on to for the rest of my life.
I thought I had more to say, but I guess I don't.