Sometimes I feel lonely even when we're in the same room.
2011-11-10 | 8:25 p.m.
I think the craziest thing about having a journal or diary or whatever you want to call it is,
when there's something that you really want to talk about,
you don't.
At least not really.
If you're anything like me (and I imagine that you are not in most ways, but in this way you probably really, really are), you don't know what to say or to whom you would even say it.
Instead you come to a place like this, and write it all down. And who is even going to read it? Maybe some strangers if you're lucky.
If you're not, just yourself.
Today, writing here feels counterproductive.