It used to be so much more personal. Like I am actually talking and somebody is out there listening. And responding, replying, deliberating, reiterating. Lately, I dont feel that anymore. Its like those everyday columns in the newspaper, you take a glance and shove it away cz you know its just something you have been doing outta habit what used to be once a product of pure interest and passion and brought you joy. Not that reading it or writing it has cease to provide joy, just that something is missing. I dunno what.
Maybe its just me, feeling outta place. I am wondering was I a happier person then, than I am now? Was I more content, less needful, more me, less others ? People are supposed to get surer of themselves as they grow older and become independent in life, I seem to be going the other way. I wish I were my old self again.