I don't write anymore. I've stopped years ago. The words dried up. I try every so often to come back. To stick with it. I used to write so much. I used to articulate my thoughts so well.
I was better at writing than speaking.
Now it's just conversations in my head about my thoughts about this and that. About this omg awesome new... whatever.
I used to have conversations with people, but that was before my computer died and my current router hating me.
I used to do a lot of things.
I finally got access to my old Ubuntu harddrives from when my computer died in 2008. I missed trying to figure out how to make it work. I missed playing around and feeling like "I KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS!!" I missed feeling smart about my computer use. I miss my linux.
I miss my geek friends from IRC and other places. Cause I'm a shut in almost. Oh, I go to work, and out occasionally, but I rarely talk to people outside J.
I hate this.
It's almost like my skin is exposed. I feel raw and incomplete. I want to disappear into the world and reemerge in a few weeks refreshed and with a better router. I need a vacation from people so I can get back to me.
It's times like these where I wished I lived alone.
