Description: I have no description...just true feelings laid out.
keep in mind, the last thing i posted here was maybe 2 years ago. so my life has changed drastically, so my writing style just go along with that.
complexities of adult aloneness -------------------------------------------
among the girls
stories that make no sense
filled with jokes over my head
I fight back tears
for this, I miss
with those whom I used to share
stuttering to share my piece
regretting it later
I pretend ...
things aren't supposed to be
how did I get this way?
since when did simply making a friend
become such a infuriating process?
I don't really know this feeling exactly. I've had several secure friends for as long as I can remember & so the need for an abundance of new ones isn't very pressing. Every once in awhile I meet someone new & we hit it off. A lot of times I meet new people & it's just kinda blah. Not good, not bad. Tho that said, I think we're all socially inept in some way. I mean, I know there's certain groups of people where everything they say is going to be a foreign language & I'm gonna feel awkward.
So, hm, definitely got a reaction outta me here. I like Annie's advice & am gonna ditto it. Don't dwell on the socially inept thing.
Hey I think I know that feeling, I can definitely sense the melancholy. Using some imagery would lift this from journal entry to poetry, I think. A few well-placed visual or sensory details would take it to another level.