Hey girl, I miss you. It's been a while since we talked -- not just talked to each other, but really talked like we used to. Strange, how our worlds seem to be parallel yet completely separate.
I saw him the other day. No, not the one I avoid looking at and talking to, the one that I introduced you to. He seems well, rather shaggy and a little chubbier than he used to be, but well nevertheless.
That's not what I'm writing to you for, though. I'm writing to you because I miss you, and I miss your sarcastic, cynical and sweetly disturbing words of wisdom.
Ever since I realized there was something terribly wrong with me psychologically I haven't been the same. I haven't been able to write the way that I used to... I guess the illusion that I could control anything [including fictional characters] has completely disappeared for me. I wish I could talk to you again -- you always encouraged me in just the right way.
I guess things are different now, with you, with us, with our lives... It's ok, though. I still love you.
your site has undergone yet more changes in the past seven months.. and you're still chugging away. props to you for your dedication, if nothing else.
your voice is being heard, by many more than you may suspect. i'm rather impressed, as i know others are, by your diligence to and maintenance of this journal. has it, or any of the comments left, ever helped you figure anything about yourself out, or made situations clearer? has writing here for the past three years done anything for you? i ask not with a tinge of condescension or derision, merely a curious inflection.
