This is more of an open letter to a few old friends of mine here:

As opposed to lying in my bed and falling asleep as most normalites would, last night, I felt more inclined to lie down on the floor, with the monitor, keyboard, and mouse of my computer at my level, so that I could easily reach it.

There was something eating away at my mind that I couldn't shake off and it's the idea that some parts of me, or rather, some notable people, are drifting away. Now if I find someone who has drifted away too far, especially explosively, I'll simply not acknowledge them ever again. Boom, gone. Blacklisted. Otherwise, I'll find some way to re-contact them.

Now, I'm not one to complain about anything, but that's because if I tried to, I get beaten to a pulp, so I keep every single problem to myself, and ferment it into absolute nothingness. It's something I'm OK with because I force it to be.

But I felt like I was being left out of something, social contact with some old friends here. I'm never one for starting a conversation so I try to act silly about it. It typically works and I end up stating stuff of myself in the end, but to not hear anything from someone I know is different.

Alright, fine; I know, Real Life can hit and it can hit hard, but if it does so silently for someone, it worries me.

I guess that's it.

Over and out.