Etched in the illusion of time
I haven't posted here in a long time, but since I refuse to update my LJ I might as well.
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Is it bad for you if you can seperate your real life from your internet life, at the expense of losing the inet one?
First, all my poetry goes. I haven't written the same in months and I think the "evil people" (for lack of better termonology for parents) have finally gotten to me. My God, I didn't think it would totally rob me of any muse I ever had, but it turns out that the internet was connected in many ways to how/why I wrote. Ever since I left my other poetry site, I have dwindled. Poetry shouldn't rely solely on the internet, now should it? So why can't I still write..
The second step is losing interest in other sites. Plus the people there. Everything I pretty much used to love I don't give two two shiznits about anymore. *sigh*
Finally, there is the people I've met. One of them was my adopted "brother" whom I can think of only as the closest thing to my soulmate there ever will be. I used to be so excited to see him and my other really close friend this summer, but now I'm all "ehhhhh" about it. I don't care, but there still good friends!
Ughhhhhh. I don't have my dreams anymore, no nothin'.
*ahem* Pardon moi, I just needed to let that out.
Thanks for your ears :P
If I were to touch you, would you bleed a velvet river, running miracles through the sodden ground? --Moi