I'm still here, but my taste for writing has somewhat left me. Everything I attempt to put down on this page seems to echo back to me false. I can't explain why, I feel... a lot right now, and writing feels like I'm playing with fire because at any moment I could be taken over by my irrational mind and write something stupid. I was going to write about grief, or friendship, or something along those lines last week, but words failed me. It seems they're failing me quite often these days and I don't quite know to get out of this funk, so I'm here writing, trying to break out of it I guess.
But on the bright side of things, Lost, 24, and my newly found addiction to Dexter has been quite nice. My taste for entertainment (ie games) has completely left me for the time being, and I'm not quite sure how to take that.
On the social side of things... well, I've been able to convince some of my friends to unplug somewhat and hang out more often, so that's been nice. But they're still connected to that world, and I couldn't be further from it.
-A
