Thursday, January 27, 2005

So, What I realize is that writing makes me happy. If only for the moments that I’m doing it.

Down side: I quirrel away in my own, warm little world and my ailing social tendencies become even more withered and disfigured.

Funny thing, I think I like people. I think I like being around them and communing(?) with these creatures. But, in times like this when I feel so helpless and so full of doubts, the written world is the only place where I have some control. Where I am queen. Where I am right and alright and not awkward.

What a great place. Kinda lonely. Though I don't feel that until I leave it.


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