dear diary,

it has been more than a year since i last wrote to you. just as so many others before me had written before, what "had" to be shared already have, and then, repetitions of the same ideas/feelings/emotions that simply refuse to be described or categorized, certainly not by words.

friendships dissolved and formed, as always. sadly, many of the faded friendships were due to me; i am quite unhappy about this. some friendships teeter. and yet all of us still converge at the same watering holes, often pretending the other is invisible, or exchanging ridiculous pleasantries that, well, just felt moronic.