Sunday, July 25, 2004
I have this special drawer-thinger where I keep all of the letters that I've ever received. Most of them were from online friends. I don't even like half of them, let alone even talk to them. I guess some people have moved on, and created a new spectrum in which the foundation of their lives is located--resting peacefully. I guess I'm just not important enough for that foundation. It's rather depressing, actually. The letters were very, very good. It's always great to read things dated back from last August, or last December. It makes me realize how quickly time truly flies. I remember opening and reading those letters for the first time. It saddens me to conclude that all of the emotions put into those letters are long forgotten.
Eh, now I'm not making sense. My Serial Experiments Lain download is 99.8% done. It always seems as though downloads always go slow on the last percent. I guess that's just a figment of my imagination.
I want to go back to the times that truly made me happy. Where fighting ceased to exist and everyone lived happily with eachother. People were never judgmental, and even if you made a mistake, it could have been forgiven in a heartbeat. That's not how the internet is now. It's a lot different, with different people and different attitudes. People who I used to consider best friends are now random trash whom which I spit on.
The internet changes so quickly and it's not giving me time to respond. The changes are immense, and I don't like them one bit.
