Apr 22
i suppose . . .
why am i writing this? i guess i feel like i should write something. i’ll just write an email instead. actually, i will write two emails and then go to bed for i am quite tired. one is an important email to an important person. the other is just to wrap up some loose ends, hopefully. although, i think i used too many big words for total comprehension to be had. oh well, that’s just too bad. i think i’ve let this run on for too long, which isn’t my fault anymore. i stopped caring weeks ago, dammit.
there are some people that are in your life that you just can’t live without. there’s an honest to goodness need for them, otherwise you don’t function properly. i really don’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. it feels like a good thing. the other question is, is it the person or the relationship that’s needed? could i pass this need onto another person and would it be as strong? i think people are capable of making themselves love almost anyone. no one, especially me, wants to think that this is true, but it is. still, there are some loves that seem greater than anything else. i’m lucky to have a few of them right now. i don’t know what i would do without them. and i’m fairly positive that in my case, it really is the people themselves, and not just the connection/relationship.
now, off to write my second, meaningful email. cheers.
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i am le bored.