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[conditor_maloru]

It is absolutely goddamn bizarre to come here and remember that there was a time when I would write something down almost every single day. Some of it was good. Most of it wasn't. Sometimes I expressed my thoughts clearly. Often I did not. Nobody gave much of a damn, including myself

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[queencrckt]

You have the supreme privileged of getting to completely reinvent yourself. I wonder if the writing won't come back with time when you're more used to your new self and comparing less between who you were and who you are. I've thought of you and wondered how you've been, hoping you weren't going to be another person on my friends list that has died and I just missed the notification.

[morbid_bunni]

I've missed you. And I've worried about you. I can't remember how we wound up exchanging friendings, or even if we ever talked at all, but I have spent days going "that guy... he never posts anymore. I wonder if he's alright?"

Isolation, even the perception of it, even if you're not actually isolated, is a terrible thing. I want to congratulate you on your sobriety, and offer my sympathies for your pain. I want there to be some way I can help, but being practically strangers, I don't know what it is.

Please take care of yourself.

[malterre]

It *IS* good to se you back online

[beatcamel]

When I stopped doing blow and smoking cigarettes, immediately all these fears crept into my life, where before, there had been only reckless enthusiasm and a "who gives a fuck" cavalier attitude, suddenly I was worried about germs, my weight, my life, my paycheck, getting to bed on time, getting enough sleep, my health, which was probably fucking abysmal during that time period, suddenly became the scariest and most prescient issue in my head