When your passion is writing - Writers block becomes more of an emotion.
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Apr. 10th, 2013 | 02:28 pm
Being alone is like being with the inner thoughts you keep hidden in the back of your head. You've air between your ears now because your deepest secrets are simply shooting the shit with you as they float casually across each room you walk into. At this point, for me, it's almost a comforting thing. My friends can't entertain me as well.
Don't get me wrong - we all have our demons - and we all know about them. Know how they eat at us everyday while we all try to act completely competent and sane. Uncomfortably normal. I suppose you could call me comfortably missing. I started neglecting my friends immediately after high school. Slowly, but not without notice. Now they just expect it of me. I'm the girl who's kind of there and never there but could possibly show up randomly at any point and time during the day. The few true friends I have sort of understand. Or at least they pretend to. They are the only people I can stand to be around, so far. Which must mean they intrigue me - or I wouldn't stick around.
People think they understand things too much. More often than not they're far off track but still smug about the fact that they think they've got everybody all figured out. Nobody understands themselves - let alone anybody else! It was when I started to think this way about all of my friends that I began the seclusion. The great divide, as I like to call it. Its not just me. People don't want to connect anymore.