Talk means trouble.
The best part of isolation; life becomes a veritable cave wherein you may or may not choose to communicate with others. Now, although I often complain of boredom, I can’t deny, the choice to isolate oneself- it’s a mixed blessing.
A lapse occurred tonight- and brought with it drama of high school proportions. No thanks. He-said, she-said has never been my forte.
Have I done anything wrong? No. Do I look bad? Most likely. All this way away though, who cares?
I exist mostly as a “friend from high school” to those who’s company I kept last year, and that is nobody’s fault, really, and I would rather have it that way: that nobody really think of me because I’m too far away and I am sleeping or I am working or I am in class and I have declared social hibernation I’ll come out when I am good and ready thank you very much.
There’s no real point in posting any of this, I am not trying to write to anyone, if I had something to say I would say it, it’s just that I left my journal in the car and it’s cold outside and I felt like venting. That’s all.
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