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I feel like there’s so much I need to write about everything. There’s a lot to talk about, and no one I feel comfortable really talking with here in this city. Everyone I know is too wrapped up in their own stuff, or I just don’t feel right talking to them, or I just can’t figure out where to start talking… I don’t exactly make plans around that sort of thing. You can’t plan for a real, intense, soul-baring sort of conversation. It doesn’t work that way, and I haven’t had that sort of connection with anyone in a very long time. I wonder if it will happen again? I wonder if I can, if I will let it?

1 Comment

  • triggerhappy

    April 29, 2001 at 7:19 pm

    Know what you mean.

    *sigh*