Staying away from twitter is hard tonight, looks like I’m addicted, just as I thought. But virtual socializing can’t really replace a real social life, not that that’s why I’m staying away from it.
I get a strange high when I chat with people on the net, but then I crash again when I realise it’s all « virtual ».
I guess I’m protecting myself by cutting up from the real world. Just like I have always had that bubble around me, I stay away from the world and connect through the web.
But every time I get to meet great people, they’re miles away. As much as I want to protect myself from the world, as much as I am scared of being inadequate, of saying the wrong things, of misunderstanding, I can’t live like that all my life. I crave attention too much.
Maybe I’m just feeling like that because I’m out of books. They are my escaping drug.
The good thing is, when I’m not feeling well, I get even more inspired. I’m a tortured artist. Nice…