You know what I really miss about blogging? Just that sense of relief to get out all my thoughts and opinions of whatever is going on in my life and the world. I could come here and just release all my profound thoughts for the world to see. It makes me feel like I’m actually contributing to the world’s rotation as it moves through time. It’s not that I really think that my thoughts are really that “profound” or that their that significant. I really don’t get a lot of readers. Most of the people who visit my page are just looking at the quotations said/written by other people or looking at the photos that I didn’t even take, but I publish because I like them. No, people don’t really look at what I have to say. But I feel like if I just put them out there, then there are no excuses. People can now see what I have to say. People can look at my thoughts. I’m not hiding anything, except for my identity. There’s secrecy in my openness, which I think is just what I need. It’s just what I want. That’s why I think I’m going to come back to this. Life has been hitting me pretty hard this year, and I think I’d like to share it.
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Lord, return to me.
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Seriously. My life.
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i do not need safety.
as much as i need you.
you’re dangerous, but Lord you’re beautiful.
[Rend Collective Experiment, the cost]
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A Temporary Return
My absence from the internet is taking a brief hiatus as I have the urge to explain what I’ve found. Before all this. Before my intermission, I came here to write. I wrote because I had no one to express myself to. But I also had nothing to express. Hardly any life was in me because I hadn’t begun to live. A lonely life isn’t one people enjoy to read about, I have found. But this is not the reason I have escaped back into the world. Really, I didn’t even mean to. I was just looking for companionship. I needed to find people to make allies with as I usually do. People I wouldn’t be devastated if I lost, since I tend to lose people so easily. But no. I stumbled upon people who wouldn’t accept anything less than a real relationship. I stumbled upon a man who wasn’t about to let me go so easily. I stumbled upon life. I found what Chris McCandless went all the way to Alaska and to his death to find. “Happiness is only real when shared.” It’s true. I am the introvert who found her way into the world of the extroverts. And was satisfied. Books and words will forever be my companions, my old friends. But it’s not as tangible as what I’ve found and I cannot sustain forever off of it. I will always enjoy my time alone with my books and stories, but it’s my story that I am more anxious to finish.
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Just listen.
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Frustrated.
My brother and I heard a song on the radio and it was really good, but I don’t know what it’s called. I tried searching a few of the lyrics on google, but no luck.
Wake me up. We lost the dream, when we fell asleep. ……. We lost the dream, when we traded life for complacency.
Someone help me?
“Dreams” by Pioneer. Good band. I wish they were more well known, but then again I don’t because then they wouldn’t be so cool.
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And then there were 2
You know, I don’t need to write as much anymore. I never thought that would ever be the case, but things are different, now. I guess I just found the person I was writing to.
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