I'm writing this because I thought of this when I was reading other blogs. This whole idea of being a stranger to others. When you read other blogs, read about their daily lives and all, you suddenly get this feeling that no matter how close two people are, there's always a big chunk of life that they don't share together. There are always references and people you've never heard of raised in the blogs, and the more you read, the further and further you feel from this person you thought to be your friend.
Maybe this ties to some issues of possession - of the need to completely possess every minute of someone else's life. I think possessive people have very hard lives. They're probably always feeling left-out from their partner's lives. No wonder they turn into crazy stalkers.
Seriously, I feel like I'm going to fall apart now I've got nothing to do. I've got no life, and the only way I can stop thinking and emoting and going crazy is to read and read and read and post. I'm running out of things to read and words to say. I need a distraction. Help.
:: nimezs @ 1:36 am [+] ::
