Phlegm

I tried to respond to your blog, but it just felt like I was writing with phlegm. Since I've been sick, I have lost all my confidence in writing, schoolwise and blogwise. I'd like to think that I'm just humbled by your blog for me, and that's why I feel so stupid. I wonder if you were able to see the comment that I deleted. As I try to write this, I just constantly find myself reaching the point where I'm okay with just deleting entire paragraphs and everything I just wrote. Maybe this explains the point I'm at. I feel to weak to write out coherent thoughts, and I hope I can get better.

You mean a lot to me right now. And you've done that while being nowhere near me. It's near impossible for me to really experience a friendship with someone from far away. And I think that's a fact of life for everybody, and hi-tech communications devices just obscures the fact that you can't be close with someone you can't see or touch. I think that somehow your use of the blog broke some sort of barrier, though. Hmm.

And you know what the hardest part now is. Figuring out if this is a blog entry, or a response to your blog. I originally had it as a response, and now I have it as an entry, and I think I'll keep it here, as a journal entry, even though I'm aware that only one person will read it, because I think it looks better in a serif font. This is all so meta, and so layer-filled, I'm concerned that the keeping of this blog will be too incongruous and I will eventually feel like a perfectionist and delete things that don't match up. Don't let me get crazy. I want to keep doing this.