Why is this happening?
Coming to this old place, this place i deserted almost two years ago, is like coming to a memorial. Here lie the promises of a newer future, the promises that i was out of something bad, said something making me talk into the abyss that is the internet, the promises that i was out of this shit....
yet here i am, watching old friends change, new friends change too (why not) and wondering if my wanting to come back to this place is a good sign, or a very bad sign... Is my life so unfullfilling that i need to confess to a void that will only send me - no offense meant - the point of view of people completely outside what i've been living these two last years...
in the end, what is apthetic, the struggle on the internet/livejournal/whatever or the fight to get something meaningful from every day i spend?
damn it, i don't know, i don't care, i was just shouting into the void. anyone out there?
ps: my, how the decoration has changed
yet here i am, watching old friends change, new friends change too (why not) and wondering if my wanting to come back to this place is a good sign, or a very bad sign... Is my life so unfullfilling that i need to confess to a void that will only send me - no offense meant - the point of view of people completely outside what i've been living these two last years...
in the end, what is apthetic, the struggle on the internet/livejournal/whatever or the fight to get something meaningful from every day i spend?
damn it, i don't know, i don't care, i was just shouting into the void. anyone out there?
ps: my, how the decoration has changed