Flying Above Everything
Thank you for all your lovely comments on the last post regarding my cousin’s death. They really helped me pull through. It’s only been about two days since I found out. I know she was young and only 15, but I’ll come to accept it soon. ♥️
I had a weird thought. I sometimes wonder what people online think of me. I know some people think I’m a bitch. They can think what they like. I’m happy I have friends who support me and are still my friends even though I can get moody and angry.
I know people think I’m the general… I get compliments that I’m nice, kind, generous, pretty… but maybe that’s not what I’m getting at. What do people think of me as a person, truly? It’s an easy thing to ask your friends but I feel strange propping up the question online. I wonder what impression people get from me and my work on my site and what I do online.
I was talking to an old friend of mine, Dylan, about our group in high school. It’s changed so much. He’s obviously kept in touch with some via Facebook. And there have been some seriously weird things going on.
In high school my friends and I made up a large group of about 15 or so – I can’t quite remember. There were too many of us to count. But we were close as a whole, until the end of high school dawned on us. We sort of split apart into separate groups. And now, after a year of university, I can’t even see where they are.
There hasn’t been much contact between us. They seem ignorant. It’s like our group has split into little pieces. There have been same-sex relationships with people in our group since high school ended. It’s weird. It was never like this at all.
High school was the best time of my life. I’m not saying that I’m not enjoying university now. But there were so many good times in high school. It’s sad that it’s sort of dissipated.
I’ve got a few friends from high school who I talk to now. I don’t have Facebook, but most of them are on there and I guess that’s where all the news is.
But that shouldn’t be an excuse at all. If they’re my friends they would try to contact me. I don’t know – are Lilian and I still too immature for the group? We’re the youngest of them, but it doesn’t mean that we can’t relate. Lilian and I came to the sad conclusion that perhaps they just don’t want to know us anymore. But hey, we’ve got each other. ♥️
I’ve been trying to sleep earlier, but it’s not working. I find too much to do on the computer, haha. I’ve got to get my sleeping into shape though. As usual. 😛 😴