I need to disconnect to reconnect. Sick of the social network, yet starving for it. When was the last time you felt something real without the glare of the screen in your eyes? I can't even be lonely without announcing it to the world.

"For such a recluse and an introvert, this passion for closeness seems odd."

Why?

Constantly torn between broadcasting my whole life on the internet and deleting any trace that I was ever here.

I miss this.

"Who's she? Just a friend."
And oceans are merely dew upon the land.

-Bob Hicok