The previous post was a terrible post. I have decided to start over. To begin, I came to my live writer app tonight with an intention and with content to blog about. I do not know why I ended up digressing so much in the previous post and writing about something entirely unrelated to what I had planned to touch on.

Straight to the point.

I was reading a friend's blog tonight and I came across this post. In the midst of talk regarding other personal conflicts and expression, this friend of mine talked about needing a boyfriend. She talked about loneliness. She talked about needing someone. She talked about needing something to make her life more interesting.

I know I have written about loneliness before. But the thought of truly needing the presence of another person in one's life has never occurred to me to be something so significant, or much less vital. I guess the reason why I am a little shaken by this is that, this friend of mine has also come across to me as pretty mature and objective and level-headed despite her occasional frivolous outbursts. I am not sure if I am getting the wrong message, but I would not expect someone like her to appear needy. I am not putting her down, it is merely very surprising.

It made me think of myself. Recently I have been drifting in and out of "the whole world hates me" moods more and more frequently. I know it is always just a passing state of mind, but it has dawned on me that there is nobody I really trust who I will turn to.

I am going to cut the post here. Tonight is not a good time to write, nothing is flowing.

Some things are meant to be, the clouds moving fast and free.
The sun on a silver sea. A sky that's bright and blue.

The previous post was a terrible post. I have decided to start over. To begin, I came to my live writer app tonight with an intention and with content to blog about. I do not know why I ended up digressing so much in the previous post and writing about something entirely unrelated to what I had planned to touch on.

Straight to the point.

I was reading a friend's blog tonight and I came across this post. In the midst of talk regarding other personal conflicts and expression, this friend of mine talked about needing a boyfriend. She talked about loneliness. She talked about needing someone. She talked about needing something to make her life more interesting.

I know I have written about loneliness before. But the thought of truly needing the presence of another person in one's life has never occurred to me to be something so significant, or much less vital. I guess the reason why I am a little shaken by this is that, this friend of mine has also come across to me as pretty mature and objective and level-headed despite her occasional frivolous outbursts. I am not sure if I am getting the wrong message, but I would not expect someone like her to appear needy. I am not putting her down, it is merely very surprising.

It made me think of myself. Recently I have been drifting in and out of "the whole world hates me" moods more and more frequently. I know it is always just a passing state of mind, but it has dawned on me that there is nobody I really trust who I will turn to.

I am going to cut the post here. Tonight is not a good time to write, nothing is flowing.

Some things are meant to be, the clouds moving fast and free.
The sun on a silver sea. A sky that's bright and blue.