Making the ceiling shake with: Breaking Benjamin - Give Me A Sign
I've been for weeks now, really, checking my flist and reading everything, and not commenting... I don't know why, frankly. A little, maybe, because right along with feeling like a well-known and loved safe place, it's not the same, and I am afraid that I won't, *don't* belong any more. And that's stupid, so stupid, being scared of not having something before you made properly sure you don't, right? Right. Right. It's surprising how thoroughly I've missed actively being here, behind this journal. It being me. It's shameful and absolutely horrible of me how many people I've left hanging, messages and emails and letters unanswered, despite replies often having been written and saved and then just left there, waiting, simply because I'm afraid. Of God knows exactly what. So yeah. I read your email last week, and the week before that, and no, don't throw me out because I'm such a baby for some reason. *klings*
I'd love pointers where people have moved and what's going on and yes, I am going to sit down and answer everything even if it kills me, and I'm going to post fic, so don't be shocked, the world will resolutely not end. Thank you for reading this far if you have, I'm going to take my exhausted, shaken self to bed now and take the two hours of sleep that I have before the alarm kicks in. I've missed you. |