i am so desperate for attention sometimes that it's sickening.
and, the moments when i like anything but contemplation and discussion are so few and far between. they're fun, but they just don't compare.
bonnie had it right when she said that life's best moments are lying in bed, figuring out the world.
it's like i have this undying curiosity, and if i don't get to express it regularly, it bursts. i'm like a teapot, and will start crying out if i'm left just to stew for too long without being tended to.
how come some people get me so well, and yet we can't talk? and others barely understand .. but i just feel so .. fulfilled after having a conversation with them. why does conversation matter so much to me? and why are some conversations so much better than others? escape. it's about escape. escaping the world to slip into a world of our own while we talk. that's what it is. that makes all the difference.