I have a nice place here.
August 29, 2005, 9:19 PM

I spend too much time doing other writing now a days, to give a second thought to this place I made oh so long ago.

I have a nice place here. However, it feels as dead as the place my body lies down to sleep every night, and the arms that use to long to hold me.

Why does this little site of mine no longer hold Enjoyment, satisfaction, or fulfilment in my life?

I suppose the real thing is that I am worried that I am so pathetic that I have become useless and invisible, even to myself.

I am feeling empty inside. Not that �I�m hollow and depressed� empty � it�s more like � hmm � I guess I feel a bit like a new apartment, overwhelmed and barren. I guess knick-knacks and photos (etc) are useful, and my self (and maybe my life?) is bare and inhospitable.

Now that I can fortunately explain the sentiment, what do I do about it?

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