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i just miss having someone to talk to. about the real things in life. the hard things. the workings of our souls and complexity of our emotions. i miss when people would actually listen. when the attention span was miles longer and the conversation was fat and juicy with true substance and meaning and wonder. where did that feeling go? i'd chase it if i couldn't admit that i've become dormant, too. another block in the hive. i feel stagnant, suppressed, alone, over worked. i've never felt this alone. this tired. this aching. aching, with no one actually around to have caused the wound. perhaps i'm imagining things.
good night.
i hate to be dramatic, but i know most users here won't read this the full way or care about some stranger leaking onto a small, neglected corner of the internet.
if you've made it this far, and you understand, you should say something. close the gap between us.