realization

I’ve realized: I only come here when I’m sad.  For over a month, I forgot about this beautiful, anonymous place where strangers are friends.  But suddenly, yesterday and today, I’m torn apart by small things that pile one on top of the other and I find myself searching out the nearest private place so that I can cry my eyes out.  I need to write letters or have real conversations with the people who run in circles in my head.  They’re each hundreds of miles away, each bound to me by the love I feel for them.  Like I’ve said before, there are to many letters that are left unwritten or are unwritable.  I think I’ll try to get back on here in order to work through this stuff.  Tomorrow?