Loneliness. The Finale, if you will.
I have been slacking on this, but it's not out of ignorance or personal choice not to disclose the rest of my blast from the past. It's because I completely forgot about it until I found the two pages earlier today. This is part three, but is also the last part, so instead of Volume 3 or something I decided to go with Finale. Upon reading it myself, it is entirely unfulfilling in the sense that I seem to have went from personal admittances and emotion, to random ranting and impersonal goings-on. What began as a somewhat coherent stream of thought settled into a distracted rant involving anything but the subject I began with. Perhaps that lends to the state of mind I was in: I began a bit broken and confused about what I wanted to relate, and ended up back to random, unimportant thoughts that to me conveyed a sense of "getting over it." Decide for yourself. I'm making it sound deeper than it appears. _________________________________________________________ I don...