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I often wonder why I read other blogs.
Some stories are so intimate, I feel like I'm reading somebody's diary or spying on them.
Some others are so meaningless... It often drives me crazy to see that some people worry about such little details of their lives when others need to write in order not to let go.
I wonder why you read my blog.
I know why I write.
Some things are so hard to tell, so difficult to recieve. It seems easier to share with total strangers. All there is to do is to send some words in the void...
To infinity and beyond!
Tonight I don't want to play anymore.
I want a friend who could hold me tight in a warm and endless embrace.