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[solitary_summer]

Restless, full of undefined emotions, vague negativity, unable to find words for it.

How could I let my life deteriorate to its current sad state.

Days like this I might seriously consider a career as an alcoholic...

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[midnightbright.livejournal.com]

I really wanted to reply to your post of December 2nd, the one right above this here, but commenting was deactivated. You never hear my voice, but so often I find myself reading and re-reading your entries. I think they are beautiful, especially ones where you appear distant and deep in your poetics. I can't help but imagine you, that is all I can work with and I really appreciate that. That, and the fact that, if anything, you have the courage to externalize what it is that you feel. Even to some level, if all feeling is void. For that reason, I am always eager to read your words as soon as you post. So, this reply here has come from a delay far too long. I haven't fallen off the earth, not just yet, but wherever I was I am here to say thank you.

As well, I thought of you earlier today after realizing that my family will be coming to visit me from Munich after so many, many years. I should hope that some similar good fortune comes your way soon enough.

[solitary-summer.livejournal.com]

Thanks... this means a lot to me.

(I only deactivated the comments option because I figured if I was exhibitionist enough to post something like that as a public entry, the least I could do was not put any additional emotional pressure on people of being obliged to come up with a half-embarrassed version of *hugs*, we all love you anyway.)