Sometimes you feel like no matter how many good people you surround yourself with and how much "success", financial, material, social, etc., you always seem to feel empty.
It's like being alone in a room full of people.
You will never be, technically, alone, but that doesn't guarantee you acknowledgment or happiness. Sometimes, it seems as if you will never have either. But yet, superficially, you do.
I might be crazy. If that's what you think, then so be it. I'd rather be crazy than a closet psych, though. Just saying.
On to more important things, I'm writing a new fanfic about John of The Maine. I actually deleted "I Must Be Dreaming" because I didn't "feel" that one. It didn't seem like it was at all relative to me, and I lost interest in that story. Check out my newest one, I know the writing doesn't get decent until the middle of the 2nd chapter, but I'm still putting the storyline together. Read my author's notes at the end of the chapter!
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