Nostalgia?

by tea-boy. Fri 23 Jan 2009, 1:32 am

I know I've been posting quite a lot of journals and it's probably getting annoying, but I felt I needed to get this out of my system.

I used to have these moments when I was younger, much younger. Maybe five or six when it started. I would often sit down and start thinking. I thought about the earth and the universe. I contemplated time and space, reality and the supernatural. I contemplated everything in it's entirety. And I always ended up asking myself why we existed or if we even did. It always gave me this feeling, these moments. A sort of aching emptiness, if that makes sense. And I would get so scared because the feeling would linger, sometimes for hours. Eventually, I would be distracted by Barney or something. I dunno, I guess it sort of faded throughout the years as my mind became more occupied. The memory sprang to my head when I was lying awake at three am last night. It left me feeling bittersweet for reasons I don't even understand. The whole thing is very 'I dunno'-ish. Part of me wants to feel that feeling again, even though it was devastating to the soul.

To make this less depressing, today was my last day of gym. ZOMGGGG

by emily. Fri 23 Jan 2009, 10:18 am

You were born to be a writer.

You give me the same feeling as all my favourite authors. As if that's how they think, because I wonder how they think a lot.
I'm jealous.

by Isis Fri 23 Jan 2009, 10:37 am

^ She really was born a writer. You can tell from reading anything she says, really. Even from her confessions and normal conversation. It's just there. She has this way with words that just comes so fucking naturally. I mean, she can confess in stanzas.

Anyways.

You're not getting annoying. At least not to me. It's rather refreshing to get inside your head and know what's going on with you and how you're doing without asking. [and maybe a bit creepy of me ]

I find it so admiring somehow that you would contemplate such things at such a young age, questioning and looking for answers. And I find such questioning an essential part of an intelligent person. Never taking something for an answer without searching for your own answers.

I'll stop now.

by emily. Fri 23 Jan 2009, 8:12 pm

I know.

I've been wanting to tell her for ages - tell you for ages, it's weird talking about you/to you in third person - that you really were born a writer but this was the first opportunity where I didn't feel like superfreakkk. LMFAOOO