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|kristine (profile) wrote, |
on 2-3-2013 at 6:25pm
|Subject: Bit by the writing bug
|Most of what I do is based on the assumption that I know myself and how I think. But that isn't right. It can't be right, because I haven't kept a journal in years. Not even an Internet diary, or whatever you call it. And if I don't write, I don't know myself.
I feel like I've been asleep. Like I just woke up and noticed that five years have passed. I lived through them in dream-time, which makes everything slow and unreal in your head. Filtered somehow, like a film reel. You don't realize how fast things go until they're behind you. I can see quick cuts of scenes: sleeping on the floor, people-watching on the trolley, sobbing when I got accepted to nursing school. Night labs. Clinicals. A wedding.
I don't know how to think anymore. I probably couldn't gather enough thoughts to whisper into my coffee mug in the morning. But I'd like to start writing again. I've got a blank journal and a pen. Need to find time, though.