The sources of my mental anguish elude me. I can tell that I've been troubled for the last 24 hours, and I suspect that a lot of that is rooted in lack of conversation(s)... but I don't know what conversations I want, or where.
It feels like more sections of my past have been sealed off, that I'm no longer in the centers of attention for so many people who I used to be friends with - like an army brat constantly moving from town to town.
I am glad that i can usually enjoy my own company, that I don't think poorly of myself or my skills. Still, would all that go to waste, if there's never anyone to share our lives with?
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