Nowadays the key feeling is that whatever has to happen on here I can’t do.
This feeling probably stems from the fact that most relationships I’ve had involved talking to each other over the Internet a lot, even if they started elsewhere. (There’s something about having the conversations you had with someone written down in their entirety, and going over them, that’s awfully depressing when they’re gone.)
That fact, to get back on topic, seems to spill over into every other potential activity. If the most important thing cannot be dealt with by any activity of mine, then what about all these other things?
I know I’ll feel differently soon and be writing away and reading poetry, etc. But the doubt will still linger in some form or another. Patience is only a virtue, one tends to feel, when one has something to be patient about.
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