No one to blame for losing the flame

How is it when someone posts something emotional and sensitive that no one comments?
I'll admit, I do it too. When anyone posts anything of the drastic emotional quantity, I read it half a dozen times, but I never comment.
Why is that? Scared? Not sure what to say?
It's when people need comments the most and you can't give it to them.
I guess it's a way of letting them force reality on their own - letting them know that you're alone, right?
I suppose. I'm feeling unsettled again. It may be that I've run out of books to read so I once again have to come back to the world of the living. No more running home to hide myself in a book.
Over 23 stories in over a week, 17 books. Isn't that amazing, that I do that? I get so caught up, with each story connecting to the other so it's like one long saga. And now it's over because I don't have anymore to read. I'll probably reread them all. Or do homework.
I think I have problems. Once I get things, I can't get rid of them. Like, I freak out if I have under 200 dollars on my card thing. Because like, I feel like I'm not prepared for anything if I don't have that much. It took me almost two months to realize I didn't have close to a thousand anymore once I bought my computer. It's creepy. And like, my nails. I usually keep them short but then I've let them grow and now I feel unsettled and creeped out if I cut them off.
Raaaaaah.

3 Comments:
I would have commented on your last entry, but I know nothing of love.
I would have commented earlier if I had checked... I really need to bookmark this thing.
And... I know what you mean about the fingernails. XD
I updated by the way. Miracle of miracles, I know.
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