In the small, quiet hours

[fizzgig168]

I like peoples' stories. I like to know things, and what's more, I dislike not knowing things. I imagine some small part of my inability to let go and move on or away from people I used to know is that it means not getting to know their stories anymore. It's a dropped thread. I want to know

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[reddreams]

Hi. I don't get on LJ very often anymore, and from scrolling through my flist once a month (if that), it seems that most other people don't, either. It's predominantly your posts that appear, which I admittedly don't always read word for word, but usually give a scan over.

Sometimes, though, reading posts such as this one makes me feel like I could have written it myself.

So, I know that you and I never really chatted all that much, but I just wanted to say... hi. And, there is someone out there that empathizes at least a little.

:)

[fizzgig168]

Hi! And thank you so much for the comment. I know I'm pretty much the only person in the world (well, okay, maybe not the world. I think the Russians all use it now, lol) who still writes here regularly. I know there are one or two people who read, but for the most part it feels a lot like talking to myself. Which I don't mind, really, it's just always nice when there's a little interaction. Cuts the echoes down in the halls, y'know?
And it is always, always wonderful to know that the things I think and feel are or have been thought and felt by someone else. Feeling not alone is wonderful. So thanks :)