Roleplaying went well. Much opportunity for character development was seen, then lost as the conversation drifted away and we wrapped up before I got a chance to think about it. He isn't who I want him to be, and it's because I'm so used to having a chance to really interact. It seems like things have gotten more and more sparse, with nothing getting started until 9 or 10, then ending by 12 or 1. Nobody really seems to care. It was fun, nonetheless.
I think...you know, that sums up how I'm feeling right now. Much opportunity for character development, and no time to develop the character. I see people in flashes, with other people, I talk to them online briefly - no expressions, no touch, no eye contact. Nothing that comes securely into the real (do I do anything real any more?)...
No chance to talk. No time to talk. No long stretches of comfortable silence, no time spent just for company and companionship and to feel the soft tugging of the thing that ties us together, we two. No time for two, no time for time, for trouble, for thought...no time. No time, and no (it seems in the dark aftermidnight) desire to make a time. Just this hollow empty sociability, a shallow skin-deep high-school fulfillment that exhausts me and drags out the pained and broken child within.
I know you, the cold and calloused girl I was, will be who for you had been to me before the sad and silent sea I knew you were me I knew one day I knew the dream would flee the girl I was the girl I'll be I see today is not tomorrow, wait for me you know I see I was I knew you. "vingt-quatre"