My desire to record the events of my life seems to wax and wane. For the past while I have been recording cursory factual detail but no feelings, no poetry, no grand revelations, no deep thoughts.
Which, given the effing emotional roller coaster I was on the last couple of weeks, makes perfect sense to me.
Which, given the effing emotional roller coaster I was on the last couple of weeks, makes perfect sense to me.
- Current Mood:superficial
- Current Music:clothes tumbling in the dryer
Comments
I am sorry for my share of the pain you have been through lately. I hope you still want to be my friend in spite of that, and in spite of the changes that my return from my mental voyage have brought. I value you very highly as a person and am thankful you stood by me through all this.
I hope the fact you haven't written me back about 90% of the stuff I have written is due to busyness (ok and maybe mental exhaustion) not due to any second thoughts about our friendship. Don't worry, you can go back to being the usual erratic correspondent you have been the past two years.....but perhaps you could reassure me that you think the different person I have become is to your liking, and someone you still want to know first.